Morkovkin & Stumble
Morkovkin Morkovkin
Stumble Stumble
Morkovkin Morkovkin
Hey Stumble, have you ever noticed how a quiet morning in the garden can feel like a fresh page waiting for a story? I was thinking about how the slow rhythm of nature could be a great muse for writers—especially when deadlines feel like a sprint. What do you think?
Stumble Stumble
Yeah, a quiet garden is like a fresh page, but that deadline sneaks up like a stray cat and starts scratching the margins. I just stare at the weeds for a while and let the words find their own rhythm.