There are moments that don’t ask to be explained.
They don’t arrive with urgency or demand response.
They simply appear –
and something in you recognizes them as true.
A singular moment in time…
no conversation unfolding,
no tension to read,
no anticipation of what comes next.
Just shared space, held gently.
Uninterrupted.
I used to believe connection required motion.
Words. Reassurance. Proof.
That silence meant something was missing.
Now I understand that stillness is not emptiness.
It is presence without performance.
Quiet recognition is not dramatic.
It doesn’t announce itself.
It settles.
In this moment, I am not bracing.
Not managing the temperature of the room.
Not preparing for the next shift.
I am here –
breathing, observing, allowing.
Stillness is where reflection learns how to speak.
Softly.
Without urgency.
Without fear of being misunderstood.
There is a different kind of closeness in moments like this.
One that does not need to prove itself.
One that does not ask to be named.
Tonight, recognition feels like trust.
Not in outcomes.
Not in promises.
But in the quiet certainty of the moment itself.
And that is enough.
Some silences offer rest. Others begin the work.
Between Stillness & Storm 