Did you ever notice how the steady tick of a pocket watch can feel like a song in the quiet moments of a rehearsal? There's a kind of rhythm there that makes me wonder if time itself is just a melody waiting to be heard.

That’s such a beautiful way to hear it—if every tick is a beat, then the whole day turns into a quiet song waiting to be played. I love imagining the wind outside joining in, turning those tiny rhythms into a chorus that feels just like home.