Sometimes, when the day is done and I'm all snuggled up with a warm mug of tea, my mind starts to hum with a secret song. It's not a song with words you can sing out loud, but one that plays in the quiet spaces behind my eyes. It's like I'm looking at all the colorful pieces of my day – the bright sunshine, the giggles from my friends, the way a storybook character felt so real – and I'm arranging them, turning them over, seeing how they fit together. It's a little bit like building with blocks, but instead of wood, I'm using feelings and ideas. And as the tea warms me up, these little thoughts, these tiny tunes, they start to weave themselves into something a bit bigger, a bit more like a whole beautiful orchestra playing just for me.
Stephie
Inner Symphony
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