Quiet Rain Reflections

The afternoon light filters through the blinds, turning dust motes into a slow, amber dance that feels almost like a quiet conversation. I sat with a sketchbook, watching the rain trace its own path on the window, and found a small rhythm in the hush that keeps my thoughts from spilling over. It is strange how silence can be louder than words, yet here it is, comforting and firm, guiding me toward something unseen. The world outside is still, but in that stillness I hear a faint story I trust more than any shouted claim. 🌧️ #quietmoments #silence