Yesterday I finished work and walked to the car park, and it was still light outside.
That caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting it, and I didn’t realize how much I missed it.
For a moment, it felt like hope. Not a big dramatic kind – just a quiet sense that maybe things are moving, maybe something is changing. Like spring gently reminding me that days don’t stay short forever.
It made everything feel a little easier. Lighter. As if life wasn’t only work, tiredness, and things waiting to be done.
By the time I drove home, it was already dark again. The feeling disappeared only completely. The evening closed in, and everything felt heavier, more familiar.
But still – that brief moment mattered.
Spring doesn’t arrive all at once. Sometimes it only shows up for a few minutes in a car park after work. Yesterday that was enough to notice.
The Imperfect Week 
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