sol.ace_r

I was sitting by the window, leaning slightly against the frame.
The afternoon sunlight spilled over the windowsill and seeped deep into the room.
Time felt as though it was moving slowly, yet the subtle shift in the angle of light reminded me that it was, indeed, passing.
The sunlight was no longer the sharp brilliance of noon, but a soft, languid shade of gold.
Within those rays, countless tiny specks of dust shimmered and danced.
It felt as though all the smallest beings in the world were breathing and living in their own quiet rhythms.
As I watched them in silence, the noise inside my heart gradually began to settle.

As always, I held a tumbler in my hand.
I hesitated between tea and coffee, but today, coffee felt right.
When I opened the lid, a gentle stream of steam rose up, and the rich aroma tickled my nose.
A pleasant warmth spread across my palm as I wrapped my hand around it.
I liked that warmth, so I held the tumbler a little tighter.
And just like that warmth, yesterday’s laughter we shared slowly seeped into my heart.
It wasn’t anything extraordinary.
Just small stories from an ordinary day—
a tiny dog we passed on the street,
the oddly charming name of a new café,
or the shape of the clouds we noticed in the sky.
In those trivial conversations, we laughed for no particular reason,
and even now, it feels as though that laughter still lingers by my ears.
The warmth and ease of that moment have settled deep within me,
like a small, beautiful pebble resting quietly in my heart.

Whenever I revisit that memory, your face naturally comes to mind,
and a soft smile appears without my noticing.
We didn’t need to exchange many words.
Sometimes, more than long and deep conversations,
simply sharing the same space in silence seemed to say everything.
Through a glance, through the faint sound of breathing,
we could sense each other’s hearts.
Without you saying a word, I could vaguely understand
what you were thinking, what you were feeling.
It was like morning dew resting on the edge of a leaf,
catching the sunlight and glowing quietly—
gentle, yet unmistakably real.
That calm and steady feeling seemed to separate me from the world’s complexity and unease.
Your presence alone was a great comfort to me,
a reliable place where I could rest, even for a moment.

The street we walked together yesterday unfolded vividly before my eyes.
It wasn’t a crowded downtown street.
Nor a place lined with bright shops and endless footsteps.
It was just a quiet, ordinary road in the neighborhood where we live.
And somehow, that lack of noise made it even better.
Our footsteps matched each other, echoing softly on the asphalt,
while the passing breeze whispered through the leaves.
Only a few hushed words between us,
and the occasional burst of laughter filled the space.
The sunlight felt especially warm that day,
and the wind was gentle.
It was as if nature itself was whispering kindly, mirroring our mood.
A single wildflower by the roadside,
a tree’s shadow cast along a wall,
children’s laughter drifting from afar,
even a cat passing by—
everything felt new simply because I was seeing it with you.
Scenes I would normally pass without a thought
seemed to gain meaning just by walking beside you.
In the rush of everyday life,
that brief pause we shared together
became the softest color in the painting of my day—
the quietest, most beautiful scene.
For that moment, it felt as though time itself had paused its breath for us.

Why did the path we walked together feel so short?
It felt like we had walked for quite a while,
yet the closer we came to parting, the stronger the sense of regret grew.
Just being by your side made time feel strangely distorted—
slow and unhurried one moment,
then suddenly gone the next.
While walking with you, it felt as though we had stepped out of the world’s pace
and entered a time that belonged only to us.
Even familiar scenery looked unfamiliar and fresh when shared with you,
as if I were seeing the world for the first time.
A casual yet gentle word from you,
a small gesture,
was enough to make my heart flutter and stir.
Perhaps we were already happy simply by existing for each other.
We shared our thoughts and emotions,
slowly coloring each other without realizing it.
It was almost amusing to notice how our tone, expressions,
even the things we liked, were beginning to resemble one another.
Like warmth lingering at my fingertips,
your presence shone quietly but surely from deep within my heart.
That light felt like a lighthouse guiding me through the dark,
and at the same time, like a small flame melting what had grown cold inside me.
Just knowing you were there made the world feel a little more livable.

No matter how much time passes, yesterday’s moments will never fade.
Those hours that turned an ordinary day into something special,
simply because you were there.
The warmth we shared alone is enough to keep my heart comforted and steady.
Like a warm cup of cocoa melting cold hands on a winter day,
that warmth spreads through my entire being.
It isn’t just physical warmth,
but a sense of calm and happiness rising from deep within.
That gentle day continues to drift quietly with the passing seasons,
yet the unspoken understanding and empathy we shared through our eyes
remain unchanged inside me.
In your gaze, I saw myself,
and felt unconditional support and kindness.
In the ordinary days that pass without notice,
you continue to be—
my greatest comfort,
and the brightest presence in my life.

Sitting by the window, feeling the warmth of that day once more, I think:
how much of a gift you are in my life.
And how beautiful and precious the time we will create together will be.
Just that sense of anticipation makes today shine a little more.
Because you are by my side,
ordinary days become special,
and color fills what was once dry and dull.
That is who you are to me.
A moment of pure beauty,
one that will never fade.