Journaling

Yesterday evening

After dinner, I sat by the window for a while. It was raining, and I liked listening to it on the glass. The radio was playing some old jazz songs. I hummed along a little and smiled. It felt calm. I didn't feel rushed, and I was okay just sitting there.

Tuesday afternoon

I looked through the photo album today. I went slowly and stopped at some of the pictures. One of them made me smile. I felt happy looking at the photos. I stayed with them for a while and didn't feel like I needed to hurry.

Monday morning

I went for a short walk this morning, past the garden. I stopped by the rosemary and touched it. It smelled like home. That felt nice, and I stayed there for a moment before walking on.

Sunday late morning

I helped fold the towels late in the morning. My hands seemed to remember what to do. I kept thinking about how we used to do this on Sundays. It felt familiar and steady.

Saturday afternoon

I sat with a cup of tea in the afternoon and listened to the birds outside. I asked if it was spring yet. When I heard that it was, I smiled and kept listening for a bit.