It started on a quiet morning, the kind where the world feels half-asleep and the air carries a soft chill. She wasn’t trying to change her life or begin a new routine she just wanted a moment away from the noise inside her head. So, she put on her shoes and stepped outside.
The street was empty except for a few birds and the sound of leaves brushing against each other. She walked slowly at first, unsure of where she was going. Her breath made small clouds in the air. There was something peaceful about the rhythm footsteps, heartbeat, breath all blending together like a quiet song.
For the first time in weeks, her thoughts weren’t rushing. They were simply there, floating and fading. The walk didn’t solve anything. It didn’t promise answers. But it felt… human. Real.
When she returned home, the world hadn’t changed but something inside her had softened. She poured herself a glass of water, stood by the window, and smiled. Not because everything was perfect, but because she had finally taken a moment to feel alive again.