This morning began gently, with honey offered across the table. A question about dinner lingered in the air, simple yet thoughtful.
I missed one bus, then another, before finally boarding. In the toilet, my door was slammed again and again — sharp interruptions that I carried quietly. Crossing the road, I ran; in the lift and on the stairs, I moved with steady rhythm. A bicycle passed too close, and I shifted aside just in time.
On the bus, someone sat with me and asked about my family. Their words drifted further: “Did anything happen?” I gave a brief answer. They nodded, as if already knowing.
Later, at the locker, there was teasing about money. Another asked about my absence, then turned to chat elsewhere. A form passed from my hands to another’s, with only a few words exchanged before attention moved on again.
I paid for my lunch. Conversations circled — about messages, about names, about small dramas that did not belong fully to me.
Through it all, I stayed present. A day of questions, of others’ voices pressing near — yet I held my ground, moving quietly through the noise.
Gratitude:
Even in the rush, I am grateful for the steadiness I found — in running, in dodging, in carrying myself with quiet balance. π✨