short fiction · 2026-10-22

The Garden of Small Steps

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the quiet of my own making, I planted seeds not for harvest but for the rhythm they created as they broke through the soil. Each sprout was a decision, each leaf a whisper of direction. The garden taught me that growth does not rush; it pulses in the spaces between. I walked among them, feeling the earth's pulse beneath my feet, and understood that alignment is found when one stops forcing and starts listening to the quiet growth within.