Morning Inspiration.. AI-Generated.
The Morning the River Spoke
Elias pulled the collar of his worn coat tighter around his neck and stepped out onto the back porch. The cold hit him immediately, a sharp, clean shock to the system that was far preferable to the stale heat of the small cabin he was renovating. He was a city planner from Boston, a man whose life was measured in square footage, zoning laws, and deadlines. He had come to this remote corner of the state for solitude, to escape the noise, but so far, he had only succeeded in bringing the noise with him. His mind was still a jumble of emails, permits, and the lingering sting of a project that had just fallen through.
