There’s a specific kind of silence when it’s late and almost everyone is asleep. It’s not really quiet — there’s a bus in the distance, a car door, some random siren — but it feels like the world is on pause.
That’s when my thoughts usually get the loudest. Future plans, training goals, dumb memories from years ago, conversations I wish I handled differently. All playing at once like different tabs in a browser.
Walking home after a run helps. My legs are tired, my brain is buzzing, but at least I feel like I’m moving while I think, instead of just lying in bed staring at the ceiling.