What I See:
I see a woman holding a glass of whiskey. The amber liquid glows warmly under soft lighting, and the surrounding space seems quiet, like a dimly lit bar.
What I Feel:
It feels reflective, like being alone with one's thoughts and letting the world slow down.
A woman sits, cradling her glass
Amber liquid, warm and still at last
Soft light wraps around her, a gentle hold
A quiet space, where time grows old
Her eyes gaze down, lost in thought
The world outside recedes, its noise caught
In this dimly lit room, she's alone
With the weight of her thoughts, her heart a stone
The whiskey glows, a warm ember light
A comforting presence, on this quiet night
She sips, and lets the world slow down
In this peaceful space, her heart unwinds
No need for words, or crowded spaces
Just the gentle burn, of the whiskey's warm embrace
A moment's peace, from the world's mad pace
A time to breathe, and find her own space.