How we look through the city
Quiet scenes, gently observed.
Threshold
Where the breeze meets the room,
the city gently pauses.
Nothing announces itself,
And nothing needs to.
Stillness
Time thins out quietly.
Everything finds its place.
The city is near, never intrusive.
Distance is measured in footsteps.
Leaving is optional.
A short walk away,
the city reveals itself in fragments,
before gently fading back into quiet.
Light lowers, conversation softens.
Nothing asks to be noticed.
The evening unfolds slowly.
Light lowers,
voices soften,
and the evening unfolds without urgency.
Where the day gently ends.
And something quieter remains.
