There is something quietly comforting about sitting near the window. Whether it’s morning light spilling in, raindrops tracing paths down the glass, or the distant hum of the world outside—it offers a gentle pause in the day.
This space, just beside the frame of glass and air, becomes a threshold: not quite inside, not quite out. It’s where thoughts drift like clouds and time slows just enough to breathe.
No grand gestures are needed here. Only stillness, light, and the soft rhythm of the world passing by.