Languid Shades

Some moments stretch out like dusk—slow, suspended, neither here nor there. Grief lingers this way, as does longing, as does memory. The in-between spaces, the places where the past has not fully let go and the future has not yet arrived. We are taught to move forward, to push through, to wake ourselves from the lull of uncertainty. But what if stillness is its own kind of wisdom?

There is something to be learned in the spaces we resist. The quiet days, the heavy hours, the moments that ask nothing of us except to feel what is there. Not everything demands urgency. Not every pause is empty. The shades that stretch around us, heavy-lidded and slow, are not here to trap us—they are here to reveal what we have not yet seen.

Rest is not stagnation. Waiting is not failure. There is something alive even in the stillest moments, something forming in the quiet. The question is—can we let ourselves linger long enough to know it?

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