It feels like stepping back into a familiar warmth. Like catching glimpses of something that’s always been there, even if I don’t see it clearly. Not a memory exactly, a shadow that lingers even when the sun is high.
Gentle but insistent. The soft hum of what was, the steady beat of what might and could have been. It’s around here, in the quiet spaces where nothing seems to change. Fills the spaces and gaps until they’re full.
And then you wonder how you didn’t feel them before.
They reach further than you expect. Something is waiting to be said but never quite finds its way out. But this time, it cuts a little more.
