Just for a While

It was raining today.

I was painting.

My favorite movie played softly in the back.

And for a moment,

everything felt still 

like life couldn’t get better.

The smell of rain drifted through the window,

earthy and clean,

mixing with the scent of colors

wet paint, a little sharp, a little sweet.

My hands were stained,

my dress too,

splashed with all the shades

that had slipped from my brush.

I looked around

at the books stacked nearby,

the ones I’ve read slowly,

with fondness.

The classics,

the philosophies that once held answers

—or at least, better questions.

It wasn’t the first time.

There have been many such moments

since I came here—

quiet,

times that remind me

how soft life can be

when I let it.

And then,

as always,

thoughts came rushing in.

Plans. Fears. The noise.

But I whispered to them,

“Not now. Let me stay here just a little longer.”

Because honestly,

life does feel like bliss sometimes 

even when it’s not perfect.

Even when my mind won’t sit still.

Just for a while,

it was enough.