Library Sketching in Silence

The library's old wood floor creaks under my step, each sound a muted note in the quiet I'm used to. I pulled a sketchbook from my bag and let my hand glide, tracing a line that seemed to follow the light leaking through a cracked window. The rain outside drummed against the glass, a steady rhythm that matched the cadence of my thoughts. In that stillness, I felt a connection to voices that don't speak, and a loyalty to the stories they hold. I’ll keep walking in this silence, letting the small details tell me what words cannot. 🌿 #silence #art