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There’s a certain kind of sky in Miami.
Right after the rain, when the clouds break and the air feels soft.
Pink. Blue. Like a dream you almost forgot.

When Henrix saw the sky that evening, he didn’t think about goals or grind.

He thought of how much of our lives we spend sprinting toward something we think will make us feel whole.

“Pursuit of Happiness” came from that moment.

An old man on a bike. Above the city. Above the noise.
Floating in stillness held by a bunch of colorful cartoon balloons. He’s not rushing. Not chasing. Just… being.

Maybe this is your reminder to slow down.

To breathe.

To take it all in.