A quiet moment of rest unfolds beside a winding river. A man reclines against the earth, his loyal dog resting close, as paper planes drift through the air like passing thoughts… not knowing where they would land. Nature hums softly around them, green, open, and unhurried, inviting reflection, stillness, and a gentle escape from The river moves, but time does not.A man rests against the earth, his breath aligned with the current, his companion warm at his side. Paper planes drift through the sky like unspoken thoughts, carrying silence, memory, and the promise of elsewhere.Water bends gently around stone and grass, while a figure and his dog listen to the day passing by. Folded dreams float above them, reminding us that rest, too, is a form of travel.The river remembers, the grass holds, and paper planes wanders freely, messengers of calm, of wandering minds, of moments meant only to be felt.