For years, life was a blur —
emails, deadlines, dinners, and plans for tomorrow.
They loved each other,
but somewhere between the noise and the routine,
they lost touch with themselves.

Then their son left for university.
The house became quiet.
Too quiet.
And in that silence, they felt the empty space he had left behind.
At first, it hurt —
a silence that seemed too large, too hollow.

But then they began to notice it.
To sit with it.
To breathe into it.
Every morning, twenty minutes of simply being with that space —
seeing it, feeling it, allowing it.

Slowly, the emptiness began to soften.
It stopped feeling like loss
and started feeling like peace.

Their minds grew calmer.
Their hearts opened.
They began to see each other again —
older, yes, but still beautiful.
Still here.
Still alive beneath the layers of busy years.

The nest was empty,
but they weren’t.
They had found themselves again —
in stillness, in space,
and in the quiet love that had never really left.

Just stay aware of space.
Tomasz