Light Woven into Branches

#springwander The light here doesn’t fall—it weaves. It slips between blossoms and wraps itself around each branch like golden thread. The trees wear the sun as softly as silk. Hontanilla glows from within. It doesn’t shine like a spotlight—it shimmers like a secret. You walk through it, weightless. Each ray feels like a whisper. And every whisper carries something beautiful.