The joy of quiet

She woke up with a smile on her face.

Her head was pounding with ideas.

Her mind was racing toward the end.

The wind was blowing through her hair.

The sky was changing its colours, faster than her thoughts.

The stillness of the air, the coldness of the breeze,

the sound of cars far in the distance

For a moment, she forgot about everything, and there was quiet.

The joy of quiet.

The pause.

The moment of breathing. 🪶