Today was towel laundry day. Nothing big, but there’s something about it I like: the fresh scent, the warmth of the sun, the quiet sense of clearing space. I hang the clothes slowly, almost like a little ritual. And as I do, I realize there are simple gestures that make me feel more grounded—even if no one else notices. It’s not just letting them dry. It’s also letting my mind breathe a little. And when I bring everything back in at the end of the day, warm and sun-scented, the house feels a little more at peace. And so do I.