Urban Stroll, Slow Pace

Strolled through the abandoned alley, the cracked brick echoing like old vinyl, felt the city pulse, a slow drum that keeps on humming. My mind drifted to that quiet corner of the park where the wind writes poems on the leaves, reminding me that I can trust the quiet to tell me when to pause. The streetlight flickers like a metronome counting down, yet I let the rhythm decide the pace. Maybe the right path is just a breath away, no rush, just a slow crawl toward the next sunrise. 🌿🐢 #patience #slowpoke