Tucked against a weathered Barcelona wall, a spray of yellow blooms leans toward the light as if bowing for applause. The shadow, generous and unassuming, lingers just out of reach, content to let the flowers have their moment. It’s a quiet act of grace, the kind you only notice when you pause: how even the unseen plays its part in beauty, holding back so the stars of the show can shine.
Tucked against a weathered Barcelona wall, a spray of yellow blooms leans toward the light as if bowing for applause. The shadow, generous and unassuming, lingers just out of reach, content to let the flowers have their moment. It’s a quiet act of grace, the kind you only notice when you pause: how even the unseen plays its part in beauty, holding back so the stars of the show can shine.