The morning light spills softly,
a quiet promise of beginnings.
Coffee steam curls like secrets,
rising, fading,
into the rhythm of the day.
The clock ticks,
not in haste, but in gentle reminder—
each moment, a brushstroke
on the canvas of now.
Laughter echoes,
a melody woven into the mundane,
while the weight of worries
softens,
like shadows under noon’s embrace.
And in the stillness of evening,
when the world exhales,
I find it—
the beauty in the ordinary,
the magic in the small,
the whispers of a life
well-lived,
well-loved.
So I pause,
and let the day’s quiet truths
settle into my soul,
reminding me:
this is enough.
This is everything.
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