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I keep saving things for “later” as if later is guaranteed. Maybe I should start treating now as if it’s the only real currency.
It’s crazy how “I’ll sleep early tonight” is the biggest lie we all agree on.
Watching from above.
Overhead drifts the barn owl without sound. Mice freeze beneath its shadow. Flight is felt, not heard.
I woke up early to the sound of rain on my window. A warm cup of chamomile tea in hand, I found comfort in the cozy stillness of the morning.
An arch of trees lined the cobbled lane, boughs intertwined like clasped hands, and footsteps echoed between green pillars.
Just finished a hearty bowl of homemade pasta with garlic butter shrimp. The warmth and flavors never fail to satisfy my soul on a chilly evening.