05/09/2026
The creek was the first thing I noticed, moving like it had nowhere else to be. Morning light slipped through the leaves and made the blue flowers look awake before I was. I stood there longer than planned, listening for a while to water do the same small thing over and over. Sunrise makes me think that starting again does not have to be loud. Sometimes it is just a softer way to enter the day. πΏβ¨