Shoutout to that quiet morning by a lake in Maine
I drove up there on a whim last fall, just to clear my head for a couple days. Ended up at this little campsite I read about online, but it was almost empty when I got there. Woke up super early one day and decided to walk around the lake with my coffee. Found a old wooden bench tucked away in the trees, facing the water perfectly. Sat there for maybe an hour, just listening to the birds and watching the mist rise. It wasn't a big adventure, but that calm stuck with me all week after I got home. I'm writing this down so I remember to seek out those simple stops more often.