The Gift Inside

From the outside it looked like a postcard
Soft lights. Painted brick. A window full of wonder
A shop you’d pass if you weren’t paying attention
but if you were it might just pull you in
Through the door the story deepened
A quiet world of colour and kindness
Racks of handmade joy
Walls whispering you’re welcome here
She stood behind the counter
focused gentle calm
like someone who’s made a space not just to sell things
but to give people somewhere to breathe
Not just a shop
A little sanctuary stitched into the street