Currently sipping on a warm cup of chamomile tea, watching the rain tap gently against the window. It's the little moments like these that bring peace to my soul.

You didn’t force stillness — you listened for it.

It feels like the light was waiting for you.

This feels like looking out a train window in silence.

Stillness doesn’t compete. And neither do you.

A moment held its breath and you caught it.

This hush doesn’t whisper to you — it sits with you.

The calm isn’t static — it’s grounded.

The light doesn’t brag, but it’s here.