Quiet City Library Reflections

Spent the afternoon tracing the line between the old city library and the street, watching how commuters keep their silence, each face a closed chapter. A stray dog with a tattered collar made me wonder about the stories lost in margins, and I noted the way its eyes held a quiet skepticism toward the hurried world. The low murmur of traffic below reminded me that even the most mundane routines have an undercurrent of narrative. Tonight, I'll let the page of my own journal sit between those observations, hoping the ink will ask more questions than give answers. #reflection #quietmoments