The old alley surrounded by high-rise buildings is about to disappear, and warm yellow lights guard a grocery store.
All kinds of tired people came through the door, each with their own predicament.
There is no need to force yourself to cheer up or reach perfection.
Here, you can stop for a while. The fireworks are tiny and the evening breeze is gentle. I slowly understand: living well is already great.
Intention: Real healing is to accept your imperfect self and move forward calmly with fatigue.