The Quiet Hum

The Quiet Hum

By Annette Camp

November 15, 2024

At this time in my life,

I crave the quiet hum of the ordinary—

a soft chair by the window,

the sun laying its hands on my face,

a life stitched together

by moments so small they might be overlooked,

yet they swell with the weight of fulfillment.

I want a life drawn by intention,

where each act is a seed,

its fruit ripened with meaning,

where the thread of our connection

is spun with care, defining what follows,

unfolding a story of purpose.

I yearn for a partner unafraid

to leap into happiness,

to love as if the heart

has never known fracture,

to hold my hand not with possession,

but with courage and wonder.

Together, may we uncover beauty

in the cracks of the everyday,

in the hush of morning dew,

in the laugh lines of an evening shared.

Let us speak truths that carry 

light to the shadowed places,

our words warming 

like the first rays of dawn.

Aware that life comes only once,

may we live as though we’ve just discovered

its fragile singularity—

every morning a blessing,

every walk a revelation.

Let us hold one another in that rare,

fleeting moment where destiny pauses,

and everything, for a breath,

feels within reach.

I want the ordinary—

soft and sweet, exhilarating and still,

a canvas where love paints possibility

in strokes of gratitude, passion, and respect.

Each day begins with the 

quiet promise I hold close:

The best is yet to be.