Maybe it’s the weight of the season.
The way the air thickens. The way the light turns honey-colored, then slants just a little too early in the evening.
You think you should be pushing—
But your body is asking for pause.
Not a dramatic collapse. Not a full stop. Just…a soft lowering. A slowing.
A breath that doesn’t try to prove anything.
The old ways will whisper that you’re falling behind.
But what if you’re actually falling in?
Into sync.
Into stillness.
Into the rhythm that’s been waiting for you beneath the noise.
Let this be a pause that doesn’t apologize.
Let the glow settle. That’s all.