This morning began gently,
though the throat carried a quiet ache.
There was routine
brushing teeth, preparing breakfast,
small movements that felt almost automatic,
as if the body remembered what to do
even when the heart was elsewhere.
Smoke from a joss stick curled into the air,
a quiet prayer offered without many words.
Somewhere in between the ordinary,
something shifted.
A presence that had once been constant
fell silent.
No explanation,
no closing sentence
just a space where something used to be.
It felt sudden,
like a door closing in a familiar hallway.
But the day did not stop.
There was food,
warm and simple
a bowl of soup that asked for nothing
except to be finished slowly.
There were voices in the background,
some sharp,
some tired,
some filled with care that didn’t always sound like care.
Misunderstandings came and went,
like passing clouds that did not stay long enough
to become storms.
In the middle of it all,
there was a small, quiet choice
not to react,
not to chase,
not to explain everything.
Just to sit,
to breathe,
to remain.
A rabbit took shape in soft colours,
gentle strokes filling empty spaces
with something calm and harmless.
And maybe that was enough.
A small pendant rested close to the heart,
offered with intention,
accepted without resistance.
Not everything needed to be understood today.
Some things could simply be held.
Tonight, there is no need for answers.
Only this:
Even in a day filled with noise,
there was a quiet place that remained untouched.
And within it,
a steady, gentle strength.
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