Stories from the Quiet Road
After a difficult year, Mara walked the shoreline at dawn without music. The only rhythm was her breath and the tide. She wrote two sentences in her journal and finally slept through the night.
Stories from the Quiet Road
Jae camped alone among red pines. By the second evening, the wind sounded like a friend saying, slow down. He returned home speaking softer, noticing birdsong between meetings, and laughing more with his kids.