The rain came down softly, but the world still felt loud.
A bag bump, a glance too long, a quiet “hi” that meant something.
My arm ached, my flu lingered, my thoughts stirred.
Even so, I walked on — towel washed, shuttle caught, card topped up.
I did what I had to. I showed up.
Not just at work, but for myself.
Even when the blues crept in quietly.
Even when the room felt watchful.
I am learning to stay soft, even in the noise.
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