The Pause Between

The light shifts first, before the eye knows to look. A breath held longer than usual, the world suspended in amber.

Nothing moves, yet everything settles into new shapes— dust motes rearranging themselves like thoughts reorganizing memory.

The space between heartbeats expands. Here, in this narrow room of stillness, a question forms without asking.

What were we becoming in the moment we stopped noticing? The answer lives in the pause, the unmeasured distance between one word and the next.