Echoes of Yesterday

You know how life sometimes feels like a mixtape? There are those songs that just take you back, right to the center of your memory. Like a jazz tune unfolding in the early morning light. You hear a note, and suddenly you’re there, with the wind messing up your hair, sipping coffee at a laughably early hour.

It’s 3 AM, and the world outside is a hushed whisper. I’ll bet there’s a cat somewhere meowing its existential crisis. You ever wonder what those midnight cats think about? Maybe they’re just echoes of yesterday, wandering through the alleys of time.

And in these moments, between heartbeats, you find clarity. It’s like tuning into a radio station that speaks just for you. No frills, no fuss, just the universe sending you a postcard.