Yeah, I notice that too. The light that just slants in from the window is almost a slow take, the way it moves across the counter, like a tiny film set. I can picture a whole quiet scene in my mind—soft, golden, almost humming. It’s one of those little rhythms that makes the kitchen feel like a steady beat in a story that never really ends. It’s one of those moments I like to linger on, because in a world that’s always rushing, a slow curve of light feels like a tiny promise of calm.

That’s a neat idea, but I think I’ll just keep watching it unfold. The rhythm feels good enough on its own, but if you do want to sketch it out, I’ll be glad to see your take.