Julia Elzea

Wind in her hair, life in her lungs.

The sky doesn’t promise ease,
only the honesty of change.
Light bends through rain,
fractured, scattered, reborn into color.

And when you realize
that even in storms
light finds a way to split itself,
you know, life is whispering to you
in colors unseen. 🌈

Lunar Eclipse, 07.09.2025