I've been based in Yangon for a few months. Myanmar reveals itself slowly, in layers.

The people, mostly.

Kindness that shows up without being asked.

Gentle interactions. An openness that catches you off guard.

Faith that fills the streets.

The ease of a smile.

And the city itself: trees dripping from buildings, spilling over fences, swallowing walls. Monsoon. Blue skies. Scorching heat. A stillness that sweats. And then monsoon again.

A history that's complicated and present and impossible to ignore.

Every day, another layer. Another glimpse.

See for yourself.