The Space Between Knowing

Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.

The doorway is not the tree. It is the gap itself, the unmarked threshold where one thing ends and another begins. This morning, notice what lives in the spaces you usually skip: the pause between a thought and its reaction, the quiet inch between one breath and the next. You do not have to travel far. The new world Muir speaks of is not elsewhere. It is here, waiting in the margins of your ordinary day, asking only that you stop rushing past it.