A Table by the Window...

 

Today being Sunday, I sat quietly looking at the glass of coffee,  foam settling like thoughts that finally agreed to rest.

Outside, the city continued its usual performance,
but here, time loosened its collar.

Sometimes I feel like giving up.

But then — the run, the breath, the small victory of choosing motion over excuse still lingered on my shoulders.

Now I sit here — not waiting, not chasing, just existing between sips.

A chair across me sits empty, but not in the way emptiness aches. In a way that it listens… It understands silence better than most people do.

The window holds a softer world, trees swaying like they know something
I'm still trying to remember.

There's no urgency here.
No noise demanding answers.
Just me, this moment, and a life quietly rearranging itself.

Somewhere between the first sip and the thought that followed,

 I realized —

I didn't come here to escape being alone.

I came here — 

to finally meet myself.

— Ayaan | One Day at a Time 🖤