Today is the echo of yesterday, the sound of past for what is to come. Tomorrow breathes the same air, walks the same ground. Each step repeats, aligned with rhythms of the world spinning.
Repeat the task, the way of waking, the coffee brewing, the toast browning. Repeat the pattern, the walk to work, the faces seen, the dialogues - some long, others brief, but all part of the weave.
Each repetition is a reminder, each sun that sets allowing another to rise, more of a promise than a guarantee. Tomorrow waits. Yesterday knew it would, just as today knows it can only hold onto its moment, fleeting.
The dawn breaks with new light, illuminating the path which has once again become clear. Each footfall lands on remembered ground, the rhythm pulling forward, unyielding yet gentle.
Today beckons the quiet assurance. Next week looms, an orchestrated return of sameness marked only by shared reflections.