10/26/2026
I have traded the heavy patience of the afternoons for the noise of the hours, leaving memories to wander back through the tall grass, searching for the days when time had room to breathe, when we ourselves had time to breathe.
I know I have spent portions of my life trying to outrun the current,
I have forgetten that the deepest peace was always found in the quiet water, where the reeds stood still, holding onto a slower season, in a place the world decided to rush past.
- Oaks