Category Beaches

On days when the sky forgets its colour, I’m reminded how easily meaning slips from view.
Yet even in that greyness, something stirs—
a faint awareness that being itself hums beneath the silence.
Perhaps what we call joy isn’t an emotion at all,
but the simple recognition that we are still here, still sensing, still becoming.
Even uncertainty, in its quiet persistence, sings its own kind of truth.