Nature's canopy meets urban planning.

The street felt like a secret passage carved into the city’s history. The trees overhead stretched their limbs as if they were trying to touch the sky before it slipped away. The bridge stood quietly beneath their shade, its stones weathered but dignified. A man walked past me with a paper bag in hand—its crinkle briefly breaking the stillness—while a couple leaned against one of the old walls as if the weight of time had drawn them close. I paused for a moment under the canopy of green, letting the dappled sunlight play tricks on my eyes. Even here, where nature and architecture met in quiet compromise, there was a sense of something eternal.