Dusk

Evening keeps finding me in the same places lately.
Same streets near the water.
Same quiet corners where the day loosens its grip.

Nothing dramatic is happening.
No arrivals. No departures.
Just the slow settling of light into shadow.

I walk until the noise fades and all that’s left is the sound of my own steps.
The kind of quiet that doesn’t ask questions,
only makes room.

I used to think movement was the only way forward.
That staying meant standing still.
But lately, staying feels like listening.

I don’t know yet what this season is becoming.
Only that it isn’t nothing.
And that it keeps asking me to notice where I already am.

This moment of quiet at dusk
and tomorrow’s destination.
Where comfort and courage intersect.