We live in a world saturated with noise; a relentless cascade of emails, texts, DMs, alerts, or the crying baby on the train.
Over time, our senses dull. The body moves, the mind drifts, we switch to autopilot.
But once in a while, we find ourselves pulled back. In the quiet, in the shadowed corners where the noise fades, we rediscover the beauty of motion, the poetry of the moment, the grace of simply being present.
This is the quiet rush.
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