On the Fair Day
There is something quietly profound about a fair day — when the sky stretches endlessly in soft blue, unmarred by cloud or storm. The sun warms without burning; the breeze stirs just enough to rustle leaves and carry the scent of earth and grass.
On such days, time seems to slow. People walk with lighter steps, voices soften, and even the birds sing with less urgency. It is not excitement that defines a fair day, but peace — a gentle invitation to pause, breathe, and simply be.
In a world often crowded with noise and haste, the fair day offers a rare gift: clarity. Not the clarity of answers, but of presence. For a few fleeting hours, we remember what it means to live without weight.
May you find your fair day soon — and when you do, don’t rush through it.