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Steam rising from a cracked old mug
The room still smells like pine and dust
I sit and watch the window fog
Trying to feel okay with just... enough
Frost paints branches silver-white
Dawn creeps in with softened light
The kind of slow December morning
When the world feels like it's waking, yawning
I stretch my shoulders, breathe in deep
It's been a year that stole my sleep
But in this quiet, there's a peace
A tiny space where storms can cease
It's not magic, not a miracle
Just a moment that feels bearable
And sometimes that's enough to start
Letting go of what broke my heart
It's an evergreen morning, soft and still
The kind that warms without needing a thrill
No grand display, no perfect scene
Just winter air that tastes clean
A breath, a pause, a gentle reset
A reminder I'm not done yet
The radio hums a distant choir
Off-key voices climbing higher
I smile because it sounds like life
Messy, human, slightly out of time
There's last night's mess still on the floor
Wrapping paper at the door
I should clean up but I don't move
These small disasters somehow soothe
Not everything needs fixing now
It's okay not to have it figured out
The year was heavy, weighed me down
But mornings like this help me rebound
It's an evergreen morning, soft and still
The kind that warms without needing a thrill
No grand display, no perfect scene
Just winter air that tastes clean
A breath, a pause, a gentle reset
A reminder I'm not done yet
Maybe the holidays aren't meant to shine
Maybe they're meant for slowing time
For letting in a little grace
For finding rest in a quiet place
For saying, "Yeah, I made it through"
Even if I barely knew how to
It's an evergreen morning, soft and still