Park Steps
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The park remained peaceful except for the occasional sound of sneakers on pavement and the low buzz of someone's Bluetooth speaker through my headphones. The sun maintained a gentle presence without being overpowering. I sat for a while on a bench with peeling paint, letting the afternoon stretch. No agenda. Just a soft moment in the middle of a city that never quite slows down.
Sometimes it’s less about where you’re going and more about how you arrive there.
The outfit I wore today matched the atmosphere of a park bench during golden hour perfectly. Not in a forced way—just naturally part of the scenery.
I wore an oversized graphic T-shirt dress. It falls just long enough to be carefree but not careless. There’s something about a T-shirt dress that hits different when you’re surrounded by trees instead of traffic.
On my feet: Birkenstock sandals. They’re practically part of my skin at this point—moulded, imperfect, reliable. The kind of shoe that feels right when you want to walk but don’t want to rush.
A cotton twill cap pulled the whole thing together. Slightly crooked, sun-faded, a little baseball energy without the game. The crossbody sling bag carried a book, sunglasses, lip balm, and a leaf I picked up without meaning to.
Simple, but not silent. The kind of outfit that blends into stillness without disappearing.
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I stayed longer than I planned. Watched shadows shift. Made a mental list of people’s dogs and wondered how I’d describe them in a short story. I like outfits that disappear into a moment like this—quiet, deliberate, not asking for attention but still saying something. That’s the kind of outfit I’ll always come back to.
