Solice

Today was different. I woke up to the familiar hum of the city outside my window. No grand revelations, no nothing, just everyday things. And it was enough.

This morning, I found myself in the park, sitting on a bench beneath a tree. Its leaves whispered secrets of countless seasons. People walked by with their dogs, kids laughed and chased each other, just stuff. I watched the sunlight filter through the leaves dancing on the grass, casting shadows that breathed with the wind.