a quiet shelter

The sky stays heavy and clouded outside the window, turning the afternoon light soft and inward, almost hushed. I sit close to the glass with a warm cup in my hands, watching the grey settle over the street and feeling how the stillness seeps gently into me.

In this muted pause, wrapped in warmth while the world drifts slowly on, I feel calm, and deeply connected to the quiet rhythm of the day.

September 2025

Primrose at home