7.17.25: Perfect Silence

There’s a type of silence that only exists at 5:30 in the morning. Not the hungover kind. The intentional kind. When the world hasn’t woken up yet. When the air still feels like possibility. I don’t do it often, but when I do, I always wonder why I don’t do it more. It’s like borrowing time from a parallel universe. You can think. You can breathe. No pings. No noise. Just... stillness. In those moments, I remember that peace doesn’t have to be earned through productivity. It can be found in the quiet. Sometimes doing nothing is everything.