The quiet spin of the dishes wheel

The kitchen light is the only one still on. The day's clutter has settled into a quiet mess on the counter, and the house is finally still.

Pausing before the spin

I just stood there for a minute, not really looking at anything. My phone was in my pocket, but I didn't pull it out to check. It felt good to just be in the quiet.The wheel was on the fridge, a silly thing we made. It didn't feel like a chore chart tonight, just a gentle nudge towards the end of the day.

Letting the wheel choose

I gave it a flick with my finger. It spun with a soft, plastic whir, the only sound in the room. I watched the colors blur together, not hoping for any particular outcome.When it stopped, it landed on 'dry and put away'. A simple, clear instruction. There was a small sense of relief in not having to decide.

The rhythm of the task

Warm water, the clink of plates. My mind wandered to nothing in particular, just following the motion of the towel.

The kitchen, put to rest

Putting the last bowl on the shelf, I clicked off the light. The clean, dark counter was a small satisfaction. The wheel had done its job, and so had I.It was just a quiet way to close the chapter. No fanfare, just the simple peace of a task completed and a house ready for sleep.