Hippo & Hushlight
Hushlight Hushlight
Π—Π°ΠΌΠ΅Ρ‚ΠΈΠ»Π°, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ свСт мСняСтся Π½Π° старой Ρ€Π°ΠΌΠ΅ ΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΄Ρ‹ΠΉ час? ΠœΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ‚, Π½Π°Ρ‡Π½Ρ‘ΠΌ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠΉ-Ρ‚ΠΎ малСнький Ρ€ΠΈΡ‚ΡƒΠ°Π», Ρ‡Ρ‚ΠΎΠ±Ρ‹ просто Π½Π΅ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΡƒΡΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠΈΡ‚ΡŒΡΡ, наблюдая Π·Π° этим.
Hippo Hippo
I do notice it, the way the glass catches the sun and turns the room amber, then cool gray, then the soft glow of duskβ€”it's a quiet reminder that time is steady, even if we aren't. A ritual could be nice, like a short pause each hour to sit and watch the light shift, just a moment to breathe and let the day unfold. It would be a gentle rhythm for our calm.