Downtime & Ethan
Ever notice how the quietest corners of a room can feel like a story waiting to be written?
Absolutely, those silent corners feel like blank pages, each one holding a quiet story just waiting to be told.
I love that idea, like each corner is a page in a diary that hasn't been opened yet. You just have to sit and let the silence speak.
It’s a quiet invitation, isn’t it? The stillness of a corner feels like a page that’s been turned away, waiting for the right words. When you sit there, the silence starts to write back in whispers of what could be.
Yeah, it’s like the corner is a diary that keeps its pages hidden until you’re ready to read them. The hush is a quiet voice, nudging you to fill the silence with something that feels true.