Hiraeth

You live in the hush between footsteps
Where city streets hold the calm of your stride
And your coffee becomes a quiet ritual
No rush
Just the rhythm of your own becoming …

The world moves, but you are not chasing it
Shopfronts blur behind you like pages already read
Your strength wraps around your soul
Here, and now, in the heart of the everyday life …

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Hiraeth/ Welsh
(/ˈhɪər.aɪθ/ or /ˈhɪər.æθ/)
A homesickness for a place you can’t return to, or that never was. It’s a deep longing, part memory, part desire, for something lost, or something just out of reach.

A peaceful presence touched by unspoken depth