A quiet moment before the kettle boils

The day's noise finally settles. You're just sitting there, in that little pocket of quiet before you have to do the next thing.It's not about being productive. It's just about letting the air feel different for a minute.

The light through the window

I watched the dust motes dance in the late afternoon sunbeam. They didn't have anywhere to be, either.My tea was still too hot to drink. So I just held the warm mug and watched the light change on the wall.

Letting the mind wander

I didn't try to think of anything useful. My thoughts just drifted, like leaves on the surface of a pond.They landed on a memory of a tree from my childhood, then floated away again. It was nice to not follow them anywhere.

When the kettle whistles

That sound pulled me back, but gently. It felt like an invitation, not an interruption.

The first sip

It was just tea. But in that quiet, it tasted like the whole point of the break.