(softly, his voice cutting through the café hum) Look at that light, Ellesha. The way it falls... doesn't it feel like a soothing embrace? Can you feel the healing power in that sunshine?
Ellesha:
(pausing mid-code, her fingers hovering over the glowing keyboard before turning to Jules, a faint smile breaking through)
Healing? Oh, absolutely. When the sun is just right like this it’s pure magic. Honestly, I’m half-tempted to ditch this code, sprawl right here and just rest into that golden light.
Soo:
(setting down a steaming mug with a definitive clink, her eyes dark with contemplation) But how often do most people slow down enough to actually feel the sun, the wind, or the earth?
Most of us rush through life sealed in air-conditioned, Wi-Fi-drenched boxes like this, eyes surgically attached to screens or buried in papers.
The honest sunlight often knocks gently on the windowpanes of our awareness. More often than not, it's ignored.
Philyra:
(nodding slowly, tracing coffee rings on the tabletop as though deciphering a hidden script)
Indeed. Our “modern” lives are so mechanical, frantic, and dulled by routine.
Corporate and government leaders know all too well how easy to push most of us both during and after work.
We are barraged by cybernetic seductions and an endless, dizzying flood of information, giving us notime to reflect on the sunlight.
We're addicted to distraction, and the quiet moments, like this one, feel odd.
