Thursday Drift

Light Through Windows

Gently Toward Evening

Soft Currents in the Air

Slow Fade of Afternoon

Day Slips Through Hands

Where I Meant to Pause

Silence I Needed

Halfway to Letting Go

Softly Left Behind

Soft and Still

Hushed Horizon

Loose Ends

Echo of Solace

Slow Ember

Sigh in the Light

Before the Wind Knows

The Silence Was Enough

A Thought in Passing

Nothing but the Drift