#finding peace

Keeping guard. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

There is a quiet hourthat arrivesbefore the eveningclaims the sky.Not morning,with its hurried promises.Not night,with its heavy confessions.Just this—the gentle space between.The sun hangs lower,softening every sharp edgethe day has left behind.The wind cools.The birds tradetheir busy songsfor quieter conversations.Even the treesseem to exhale.Inside the house,there are dishesstill…

The summer sun never asks permission. It spills across the fields, warms cracked sidewalks, finds its way through half-open curtains and into rooms that forgot what light felt like. It doesn’t rush. It simply arrives. Steady. Certain. The kind of certainty I’ve spent years looking for in people. I used to think healing would feel dramatic. Like lightning. Like fireworks. But…