The Weight of Stillness

I woke up before the alarm this morning, which is rare for me. The house was completely silent, the kind of quiet that feels heavy, like a held breath. I didn’t reach for my phone or start my mental to-do list. I just sat at the kitchen table and watched the sky turn from a bruised purple to a soft, hesitant grey. It made me realize how much of our lives we spend rushing toward the noise, trying to fill the gaps with movement or sound. We are so afraid of the empty spaces, yet there is a strange, profound power in simply existing before the world demands anything of us. It is in those moments of absolute stillness that we finally hear ourselves think. I wonder, when was the last time you let yourself sit in the quiet long enough to actually feel the day beginning?

Ronnie Glover has captured this exact feeling of early morning stillness in his beautiful image titled Portage Lake. It feels like a moment held in time, waiting for the rest of the world to wake up. Does this quiet scene bring a sense of peace to your day?