#quietobservations

But when evening arrives, when the sun retreats and the cold breeze begins its quiet song, something strange happens. The heat finds me in the dark.

Under a calm night, with gentle winds at the window, I reach for the fan — not because the world is warm, but because I am.

Maybe some heat doesn’t come from the sun. 🌙

Lunch Behind Glass

Warm light clinking cutlery a child staring outward

Outside a woman waits unsure if she’s early or late

The window remembers both the comfort within and the distance without