These writings did not grow from a desire to chase something new. They came from the need to pause, and to reflect on the traces my footsteps have left behind.

Step by step, journey after journey, I have travelled through many places, and as life has carried me this far, I have realised that what I most want to keep is not a list of destinations, but the feelings that remain and quietly settle within me.

The feeling of standing in the morning air. The feeling of light arriving slowly. The feeling of time easing into a gentler pace.

Here, I return to my travel photographs, not to decide which one is the most beautiful, but to remember what it felt like to be there.

These notes will move at their own unhurried rhythm. Sometimes they will hold only a small moment. Sometimes they will be about light, silence, or a step that was never planned.

There is no aim to impress. There is no need to prove anything.

Only a journey that once happened, and the quiet lessons that become audible when I am willing to stop and pay attention.