I notice rhythm when the breath becomes a quiet drum in my chest, a steady pulse that carries me through the day. I try to let each inhale feel like a gentle invitation, and each exhale a release of what no longer serves me. The key is to let the body guide the pace, so I’m not chasing a perfect tempo but simply following the natural rhythm of my own being. If the wind‑sail timer helps you stay present, that’s a lovely tool—just remember to let the silence between the ticks be just as important as the ticks themselves.