I didn’t expect the north coast of Morocco to feel like a pause. Not silence (never silence), but a kind of soft suspension. The kind where time doesn’t stop, but loosens its grip just enough for you to notice the space between moments. The Atlantic breathing in long, steady rhythms. The wind moving through streets that seem to remember more than they reveal. The light spilling over white walls and blue doors like it has nowhere else to be. I spent my days there without urgen