Today is gentle.
Today is for the soft breeze through lace curtains,
the steam rising over a hot cup of coffee
you have yet to press your lips to.
Today is for being —
for existing in these clothes, in this skin,
just as you are.
The world has yet to stir;
you are caught between waking and dreaming.
Let yourself linger.
Feel the quiet stillness —
the light that spills softly upon your skin,
the crispness of the air,
the linen upon your shoulders.
There is nothing to chase here,
nothing to prove.
Only this breath.
This stillness.