When you step outside into the world — not to tick a box or because you’re in a hurry to go somewhere, but just to be — you start breathing in a different way. Time has no hold over you. It does not push, does not scurry, does not slide away. For in those moments time makes absolutely no difference. It’s a calm present the world bestows on you — no trumpeting, just honesty.
The world begins to talk, and swans go gliding by as if they know some peace secret we’ve long forgotten. A goose rides the water easily, unhurried, unworried, just there. She has nothing to fear in silence. A tiny fly, unseen in the city, is one with a greater harmony — just basking in the sun, as if it too decided to live a little for itself. And the lake… the lake wakes up at the first light — wanting only to be. New nothing is wanted at all by it.
Stay in this world. Not an escape from reality but a reminder of what can be. Yours: Calm. Alive.
