A pause between tasks, moments in between, and a moment when the familiar feels foreign, as places I’ve known seem to watch me back, remembering more than I ever could. Old hopes drift like clouds, softening the edges of now, blurring dreams that never quite took root. Occasionally, a surge of questions left unasked, paths not taken, and what-ifs weave into the quiet. Traces of stories I once lived or imagined cling like fragments of an unfinished dream. Sometimes, it’s better to get back to work.