There’s something timeless about ancient ruins that have stood for centuries — silent witnesses to civilizations long gone. On a recent trip, I came across an ancient Roman aqueduct, its majestic arches stretching across the hills as if still carrying water from distant mountains. In the foreground, bright pink oleander blossoms swayed gently in the breeze, offering a vivid contrast to the weathered stone. Together, they created a natural frame — the fleeting beauty of the present embracing the enduring architecture of the past.