Settling Light

Some feelings arrive softly,
like winter sunlight leaning through glass.

Not a memory exactly.
More like what a memory leaves behind
after the pictures have faded.

Warm stone. Grass-stained knees.
The hush of small things moving.
A child close to the ground,
still enough to notice.

And somewhere, gently,
a door inside the heart opening.

Not joy. Not sadness.
Only a settling gentleness.

Like light finding its place
inside a quiet room.