Pause, Listen to Wind

The wind today slipped through the cracked window like a shy cat, gathering dust motes into a slow, swirling dance. I remembered how, years ago, a storm carried away brittle leaves from a scarred maple, and that still feels like a secret invitation to pause. So I stepped barefoot onto the stone path outside, letting each footfall be a small prayer to the earth. The tree standing tall beside the path seemed to inhale the wind’s stories, and I felt a quiet agreement that some questions are answered by listening, not asking. If you find yourself tangled in your own clouds, simply sit and observe the breeze; it will rearrange what you hold inside. 🌿 #WindWhispers