Sitting outdoors has never really been my thing. I’ve always found comfort within walls – the kind of silence that feels safe, the kind of space that feels mine. A room with no expectations, where the world doesn’t look in and I don’t have to look out. But today felt different. Something gentle, almost unexplainable, nudged me out of that comfort. And here I am, at a café where the view stretches wide: bricks rising like warm shoulders, green leaves spilling over the edges, clouds drifting like slow dances in the distance. The sun leans lower, pouring out its last rays like a goodbye that doesn’t want to end, and the wind brushes against me – cool, unhurried, almost tender. For a moment, it feels like Bali. The air, the vibe, the calm rhythm of nature. As if the ocean is just out of sight, waiting with open arms. It’s not Bali, of course, but my heart believes the illusion. After so long, I am here, outside, and I am finally breathing. I open my laptop, its glo...
Journeying through life, one thought at a time.