If you stay without knowing why.

Slow days. Open windows.
A hotel room in which you move around,
as if you had arrived long ago.

I don't plan much.
But I notice when something is happening.
I'm there even if I don't say anything.

My rituals are simple:
Warm water on my skin.
Walks without a destination.
Good food.
And music that blocks out everything when the world gets too loud.

I like the real thing.
The unexcited thing.
The thing that doesn't have to explain itself.

Closeness without obligation. Time that is geared towards us.
Maybe you feel seen. Maybe you've just arrived.
You don't have to say that. You can tell when it happens.