There are certain moments in life when the ordinary feels heavier than usual. It might be a sound, a conversation, or simply the weight of being alive in a world that moves too fast.
For me, it often arrives in the quiet — in the spaces between what I want and what I have, between who I am and who I’m becoming.
I think about the people I’ve lost, the places I’ve left, and the things I’ve never had the courage to say.