Sleep Stories for Adults

This is Sleep Stories for Adults. Make sure you follow us so that we can hit our goal of 10,000 followers. Also, this episode is brought to you by Snuggly. Snuggly produces 528 Hertz Music designed to help you fall asleep and stay asleep. Check the link in the podcast description for more. Now back to tonight's sleep story.Stream Snuggly https://open.spotify.com/playlist/41exMbqrGKUfwVnoSqvMNZ.The afternoon light is pure gold when you arrive, filtered through air that tastes of salt and pine and the particular sweetness that comes from flowers growing in abundance, from herbs warming in the sun, from the Mediterranean itself, that ancient sea that has witnessed so much of human history, that connects three continents, that has been crossed and recrossed by every civilization that has risen and fallen around its shores.

This is Sleep Stories for Adults. Make sure you follow us so that we can hit our goal of 10,000 followers. Also, this episode is brought to you by Snuggly. Snuggly produces 528 Hertz Music designed to help you fall asleep and stay asleep. Check the link in the podcast description for more. Now back to tonight's sleep story.Stream Snuggly on Spotify here.The afternoon light is softening when you arrive, filtered through snow clouds that hang low over the valley, creating a luminous gray-white sky that makes everything below seem to glow, as if the snow itself is generating light rather than reflecting it. The air is cold and clean, so cold that each breath you take creates a visible cloud of vapor, so clean that it seems to have traveled over vast distances of emptiness, picking up nothing but the scent of pine and snow and the mineral freshness of mountain air.

This is Sleep Stories for Adults. Make sure you follow us so that we can hit our goal of 10,000 followers.Follow the playlist with Snuggly here.The afternoon light is softening when you pass through the ancient wooden door, its surface dark with centuries of hands pushing it open, its iron hinges worn smooth by the passage of countless scholars and students and seekers who have entered this space before you, each one seeking something—knowledge or solitude or simply a quiet place to read, to think, to be.

This is Sleep Stories for Adults. Make sure you follow us so that we can hit our goal of 10,000 followers.The afternoon light is beginning its slow transformation when you arrive at the edge of the world, or what feels like the edge of the world, where the land stretches away in waves of golden grass and the sky seems to take up more space than the earth, where the horizon is so distant you can see the curve of the planet, where silence is not the absence of sound but a presence of its own, thick and soft and all-encompassing.

This is Sleep Stories for Adults. Make sure you follow us so that we can hit our goal of 10,000 followers.The afternoon light is soft and filtered through the persistent mist that has settled over Seoul when you step off the subway at Bukchon station, emerging from the underground into the hillside neighborhood where traditional hanok houses still cluster together, their curved tile roofs creating waves of gray and charcoal against the modern city that surrounds them. The air is cool and damp, carrying with it the smell of rain-wet stone and pine, of cooking kimchi and the slight metallic scent that cities always have, of millions of people living close together, of density and life and the constant hum of human activity.