rhythms
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Winter arrives without a sound. The air turns cold and clean, and my breath becomes small white clouds that linger upon the gentle breeze. I pull my coat close and listen to the quiet. The lights come on one by one. They glow softly on houses and trees, not loud, not bright—just enough. When snow Read more
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The Earth does not rush, yet everything unfolds in its own time. The trees grow slowly, the rivers carve their paths without complaint, and even the smallest creatures follow rhythms we cannot command. To walk upon this planet mindfully is to practice patience, to notice the life that thrives quietly around us, and to honor Read more
Ink & Earth 