Over morning coffee, he mused if his plans, like steam, dissipated too soon.
"One day," she whispered, among the rustling pages of paperbacks too soon forgotten.
A decree by no one important: To dig the garden today, planting roots for plans somehow both perennial and momentary.
The sound of distant laughter echoed, a haunting reminder of joys undiscovered yet longed for. A fleeting wish.
Find solace in the daily rituals - brewing tea, watching the shadows lengthen.