There’s a strange brightness about this morning — not just in the light but in the way it presses in, almost bustling. I sat with my tea and watched the clouds elbow their way across the blue like they were late for something. Even the sparrows seemed impatient, darting from hedge to hedge as if to get a better view of the day’s events.

Perhaps it’s me, still carrying the hum of yesterday’s meeting, replaying it in my head until even the sunshine feels restless.