After becoming a mother, moments of solitude took on a rare and profound significance, especially for those raising children alone. Walking through unfamiliar city streets with my child, I was often moved by fleeting urban scenes: passersby cycling side by side, dawn joggers, or strangers chatting by sunlit windows. These glimpses into others’ lives invariably spark my imagination. In this piece, the figure cradling a child might just be me—unable to run freely, yet unable to pause for a leisurely cup of coffee. But perhaps, simply being present holds its own significance. Living in each authentic moment may be life’s most genuine expression.