Nature & Solitude

It’s a quiet Sunday morning, the kind where the world seems to exhale, and everything moves a little slower. I’m on the patio, a cup of coffee warming my hands, and the soft crumble of a lemon cookie on my lips. The air smells of fresh beginnings, and I watch as the day unfolds in dreamlike layers, a blend of reality and something softer, like the edge of a thought not yet formed.