In my morning jogging, this half-blooming magnolia tree caught my eye. Maybe it’s the perfect lighting, sun hitting on the glowing petals, maybe it’s the sleepy blooming, maybe it’s the shining leaves, somehow it struck me to pause and reflect: a moment flourishing into a flow, into a timeless zone, where the dream stays untouched. A moment like this makes you wonder how much have you missed out in this world.