Weather

It's like a morning you overslept a little, but the sun still reached your pillow - through the blinds, stubbornly, in stripes. The world is already moving at its own pace, while inside it's like a quiet freeze-frame: I still want to stay in this "in-between." Between a past that's unfinished and a future that just won't begin. The sound is like breathing in your headphones: lazy, a little sad, but with that same light that appears after the rain. When you don't know what you're waiting for, but you definitely feel something inside you is already changing. And even if all this won't save the world, it will give you a few minutes where you can just be - without rushing, without needing to fix anything, just listening as it gets a little easier inside.