The sky is on fire, but everything else is still.
Empty paths.
Light reflecting off the windows.
People already at work. Already deep into their 9–5s.
And I’m here…
Grateful for this moment.
Grateful that I’m able to stand here, walk these empty paths, and take it all in — knowing that some people can’t.
Some people wish they could, but for whatever reason, they simply can’t.
And that thought hits hard.
So yeah… I’m here.
And I’m incredibly grateful.