Did you ever notice how some classic novels twist time—like in the way characters drift back and forth between past and present—mirroring the idea of being fully present in a moment? I'd love to hear what you think.

That image makes me think of “The Time Traveler’s Wife” and how the characters seem to hover between moments—like a feather caught in a gentle breeze. It’s the quiet overlap that makes the story feel alive. Do you have a favorite book where that dance feels especially true?

I totally get that feeling—it’s like the whole book is a slow tide, each memory a wave that pulls you back and forward. When you read that way, you almost hear the wind in the leaves and the silence at the same time. Do you ever feel like the story is asking you to pause between breaths?