Under a sky brushed with cloud-shadows, time stretches and yawns. The sun holds its warmth like a hand on your forehead, inviting you to let thoughts drift like dandelion fluff. A soft hymn of light hums in the distance, not calling you to move, but to simply be. This is the hush between waking and dreaming, where even the breeze seems to breathe in rhythm with your heartbeat. Let go here, before the day asks anything of you.