Today was different.
I woke up to the familiar hum of the city outside my window.
No grand revelations, no nothing.
Just everyday things.
And it was enough.
This morning, I found myself in the park, sitting on a bench beneath a tree.
Its leaves whispered secrets of countless seasons.
People walked by with their dogs.
Kids laughed and chased each other.
Just stuff.
I watched the sunlight filter through the leaves,
dancing on the grass,
casting shadows that breathed with the wind.
In the afternoon, the sun cut through the new blinds,
casting straight lines on the wooden table.
It reminds me of simpler times.
And I feel like it’s enough.
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