🌙 Journal Entry — April 24
This morning began before the sun, at a quiet hour where the body still felt yesterday. There were echoes carried into the new day, words that lingered longer than they should. But routine held steady — a warm drink, small preparations, and the quiet discipline of continuing anyway. The world outside felt close and crowded. Spaces were tight, movements uncertain, and there was a constant awareness of others — their distance, their actions, their energy. Still, step by step, the journey continued. At work, the day unfolded in fragments. There were greetings that landed softly, and some that did not return at all. There were instructions, corrections, and moments of trying again — redoing, adjusting, learning quietly. There were also small pockets of warmth. A hand held while walking. A shared drink. Someone who stayed beside me when the world felt a little too loud. Not every interaction was gentle. Some words were careless, some actions too rough, some laughter difficult to understand....