Window Light Reflections

I sat by the window, the soft light from the lamp folding into the low hum of the city, each flicker a reminder of how easily my mind drifts between what was and what could have been. A cat curled on the windowsill, eyes half‑closed, offered a quiet witness to my overcritical thoughts, nudging me to pause before I decide to act. Sometimes I wonder if I’m chasing an impossible rhythm, yet the glow seems to soothe my restless pulse. I find solace in that quiet rhythm, knowing that my loyalty to myself will keep me anchored even when the next step feels uncertain. #nightthoughts 🌓