I Had One Clear Hour

Dear Delyara, No forecasting. No future. No mental list. No body fear. No replaying old conversations. No planning my emotional posture for tomorrow in advance. Just one clear hour. The kind where the mind stays with the body and the body doesn’t feel like it’s already bracing for what’s next. That has become so rare in my life that it felt almost sacred. Not in a dramatic way. In a simple one. One clear hour. And I knew enough to treasure it while it was still happening.