I do. I sit on the porch, let the first pinks seep in, and the whole world feels like a quiet breath. Once, just before a big meeting, the light was so soft that I could almost hear it humming. It reminded me that even a single glow can still the rush inside, giving me a calm, almost reluctant courage to go on. It was a simple, stubborn reminder that beauty can change a day without a single word.

Yes, it does. When that soft glow washes over everything, the edges blur, and the nerves settle like leaves on a still pond. It’s a quiet promise that the day, even with its chaos, still holds a space for calm. I tend to hold on to those moments, feeling a gentle steadiness that keeps me moving.