It's Near the Window

There’s a certain calm that settles in when you sit near the window. The outside world moves on—cars pass, leaves fall, people hurry—but here, time slows just enough to let you breathe.

Sunlight filters through the glass, casting soft patterns on the floor. Dust motes dance in the beam, unnoticed until now. You realize how much beauty lives in the margins of ordinary days.

“It’s near the window,” you say—not pointing to anything grand, but to a feeling, a place where thoughts grow clearer and quieter.