✍️ A small corner of the world choosing calm

 

The water didn’t rush here.

It stayed shallow, patient, holding the sky in small ripples.

Two birds stood in the blue, saying nothing important—just enough.

One asked if the day had been heavy.

The other answered by staying.

Stones listened. Reeds breathed.

Nothing tried to impress the moment.

In this small corner of the world, calm wasn’t found.

It was chosen.

And that was enough for the water to stay still,

for the birds to linger,

for the world to feel complete.