The Whispering Meadow
Sophie sat on the wooden windowsill of an old, ivy-covered cottage, her gaze lost in the meadow stretching endlessly before her. Wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze, their vibrant colors glowing under the warm sun. Yet Sophie’s mind was elsewhere, tangled in the past and worried about the future. The weight of overthinking had wrapped itself around her, leaving her exhausted and anxious.
A soft rustling sound broke her thoughts. She looked down to see a butterfly land on a daisy near her feet. It flapped its delicate wings, unbothered by the world, simply existing in the moment. Sophie felt a spark of curiosity. What would it be like to live like that butterfly—free from the burden of her own thoughts?
Her grandmother's words echoed in her heart: “The present is the only place where peace exists. The more we live here, the lighter life becomes.”
Sophie closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the scents of fresh grass and blooming flowers fill her lungs. With each exhale, she imagined releasing a worry—her mistakes, her uncertainties, her fears—letting them drift away like petals on the wind.
When Sophie opened her eyes, the meadow seemed brighter, the world softer. The butterfly had taken flight, and for the first time in weeks, Sophie smiled. Life, she realized, wasn’t meant to be solved all at once; it was meant to be lived one peaceful moment at a time.
♪ The Soul of Wind
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The Soul of Wind