Sometimes, I need to step away, to let the noise of daily life settle and hear only the quiet. Like birds perched in a tree, I am here—alone, yet not lonely. There’s something comforting about this space I create for myself, where I can be still and let the world breathe around me.

Mornings are my favorite. The early hours, when the day is still deciding what it wants to be, feel like a gentle nudge to start again. Often, my internal clock wakes me before the sun has stretched across the sky. Though the hour feels a little too early for comfort, I don’t fight it any more. Instead, I let the stillness wrap around me like a soft blanket.

I find myself drawn to these moments because they’re mine. Not shared, not demanded, just...mine. Whether I’m reading, staring out of a window, or simply letting my thoughts wander, I feel grounded. The world outside can be relentless, pulling at my time, my energy, my focus. But here, alone in this quiet, I am reminded of who I am—without expectations, without roles to fill.