I felt the sun on my face today—a gentle warmth, like a distant embrace, soothing and unhurried. The winter sun has this unique gift: it gives just enough, a mild heat, comforting without overwhelming. It’s a fleeting sensation, yet it lingers, reminding me of the doubts that slowly gather within me, like tiny pebbles scattered along a path.


    I feel like one of those pebbles—small, almost insignificant. The kind that might annoy someone stepping on it but never big enough to make anyone stumble. I’m there, noticeable but only barely, making little impact yet still carrying this odd weight of questioning my own existence.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    It’s strange, this paradoxical feeling of being present but not truly seen. The doubts pile up, pressing down on me, yet I remain light enough to be overlooked, like that pebble. Too small to matter but large enough to keep wondering about my place in the grand scheme of things.