Vinyl Serenity in Studio

Late afternoon light spills across the floorboards of my small studio, and I’m staring at a stack of old vinyl records, letting each one’s crackle drift like slow clouds. I find myself tracing the grooves with a fingertip, remembering how a simple rhythm can turn into a quiet meditation on time. The window opens to a city that hums in the background, but inside, I am still, breathing in the hush between the hums. I let the day slip by, savoring the unhurried pause between one thought and the next, feeling like a leaf carried by a gentle breeze. #slowlife 🌿