Skip to content Yesterday, the world felt generous.Windows open. Air moving.Things blooming like they had permission.Today, everything pulled inward. Not loudly.Just… closed.There’s something unsettling about that kind of shift —when nothing happened,but everything feels different anyway.The body notices first.The quiet parts.The ones that learned early to read weather before words.No lesson arrives with it. No meaning attached yet.Just the subtle work of adjusting.Some instincts retreat.Some truths surface.And the air keeps changing.
— EverGrowth 💋
