End of the Night

End of the Night

The day is done.

The noise is fading, the sky is settling, and so am I.

Not everything got figured out today. Not everything had to.

Some things were simply lived, felt, carried, and released.

And now—rest.

Wherever you are, whatever you’re holding, may peace find you.

May sleep come gently, and may tomorrow bring light to whatever still feels unclear tonight.

You don’t have to fix the whole world before you close your eyes.

You just have to breathe. Trust. And let go.

Goodnight.