The calm before the world wakes

The morning begins in stillness. I sit by the window, sipping my coffee, and watch as the first light breaks through the sky. It’s quiet, but not in a way that feels empty.

There’s no rush, no demands to be met right away. The peace of the morning feels like a pause, a brief moment where time slows down just enough for me to notice the small things: the warmth of the cup in my hands, the way the light touches the trees, the cool air that still holds the night’s chill.

I find myself breathing slower, more deeply. In this space, the worries of the day ahead don’t seem so urgent. Here, I can just be. There’s a simplicity to it that feels comforting, a reminder that not everything has to be busy or loud to be full of life.

It’s in these quiet moments that I realize how much I need them. The world can be so fast, pulling me in a hundred directions, but mornings like this remind me that peace is still within reach.

It’s there, waiting, if I take the time to notice it.

As the light grows stronger and the world starts to wake in earnest, I feel a sense of calm carry me forward. The quiet won’t last forever, but for now, it’s enough. And maybe that’s all I need to start the day.