☁️ a morning like silk

There was a softness in the sky this morning. That kind of pale light that makes you want to speak in whispers and sip your tea a little slower. I didn’t rush myself. I let my thoughts arrive when they were ready.

Not every day needs to be a breakthrough. Some days are just quiet stretches of time. Blank pages. Deep breaths. And still, something in us is blooming.

Sometimes I forget that stillness is also a kind of progress. That nothingness holds its own kind of healing. That pausing is also a ritual.

today didn’t rush me, so I didn’t rush back – the air felt like waiting, and that was enough.

Have the most beautiful day ever my peonies,

TJ ♡