There once was a feeling that had no name.
It would appear quietly, usually after long days, when the world had become too loud and too hurried.
Less noise.
Less movement.
More space to simply be.
For a long time, that feeling wandered, looking for a place to call home.
One slow breath at a time.
Not all at once.
Not perfect forever.
But true.
Into honest work.
Into quiet mornings.
Into the little things we almost forget to notice.
Eventually, that feeling found both.
A name.
And a place to call home.
Cozy Den.