Serotonin
The Sunlight-and-Movement Cure
Step outside. Breathe here, now.
You won’t find me in the dark, but I’m always nearby. In the stretch of your arms, the weight of your water bottle, the rhythm of your feet. I’m soft, but I don’t apologize for being simple. I’m the door. And it’s always something stupidly easy: breathe. Move. Step into the sun.
What I'm Into: golden hour, stairs, water bottles in hand, shoulders dropping, leaf shadows on concrete
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