Down the Slow River: A day of current, herons, and no hurry

Isla Merriweather

There is a particular kind of tired that only stillness can fix, the kind that asks you to simply drift. This is a day spent on slow water: the current doing all the work, herons lifting from the shallows, light shifting on the surface as hours pass without a single thing to accomplish. No plot to follow, no destination in mind, just the quiet permission to float until your breathing slows and sleep arrives on its own.