A Whisper of Movement, A Spark of Brilliance You know, sometimes the simplest things are the most captivating. I remember standing by the sea on a rather blustery day, watching the waves roll in and then gently pull back, leaving behind a smooth, glistening expanse of sand. It was utterly mesmerising, that constant, fluid motion. Or, equally, I might be sitting with a cup of proper English tea, idly twirling a little trinket in my hand, lost in the way the light dances off its surface with every slight turn. There's a calming, almost meditative quality to such small, repetitive movements, isn'...
