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I woke to the sound of rain tapping against the window this morning—not the heavy downpour kind, but that soft, persistent rhythm that makes you want to stay under the covers a little longer. I did, actually. Just lay there listening, noticing how the sound changed as the wind shifted direction. Sometimes we forget that stillness can be a choice, not just something that happens to us.
Later, while making coffee, I knocked over the sugar jar. A small thing, really, but I caught myself mid-annoyance and paused.
Why does this bother me so much?