Ashes in the Light

It was one of those evenings where the sky felt heavy, but in a calm way.

My husband went for a run, and I followed along with a slower pace — just walking, taking my time, looking up more than forward.

There wasn’t much happening. No big thoughts, no deep conversations. Just the sound of footsteps, the cool air, and the sky slowly shifting colours above me.

I’ve come to realise that not every moment needs to be meaningful to matter.

Some are just meant to be felt quietly.

And maybe that’s enough.