Slowmoments Stories

Life moves so quickly - always rushing, always reaching. But every now and then, it slows... just enough for us to breathe. It's in the soft patter of rain on your window. The scent of wet earth after a storm. The gentle crunch of leaves underfoot. A quiet morning with your favorite book and a warm cup of coffee. This poem is a love letter to those slow, tender moments - the ones that hold you still and remind you: you are here, and this is enough.

A little rant/ confession bc I need to get a few things off my chest before I get a headache !