June, sun-kissed slow afternoons, the scent of cut grass, the warmth under bare feet. The days stretch and even time seems to forget its usual rush. Roses bloom with unapologetic drama, bees flirt with every blossom, and twilight lingers with the promise of what’s to come. School doors swing closed and the world exhales, equal parts freedom and humidity. Ice cream becomes a moral imperative, fireflies blink like they hold a secret to share. There’s a calm to June that feels almost sacred, as if the universe has decided to pause and let us simply be. No grand resolutions, no frantic schedules, just golden hours, open windows, and the slow unraveling of summer’s first steps.