There I stare into the quiet–the streets empty, undisturbed. The wind humming through the trees, its movement almost visible to the naked eye. The stillness invites me to dwell and be one with it. The sound of my breath blending with the beating of my heart–my thoughts louder than anything else. There in the quiet, certain discrete things come alive, unlike a few hours before.
The faded gleam of the street lights, their light-orange rays shed some clarity over thoughts tangled in my head. A faint howl of a random mutt adds some texture to the blanket of the calm. I wish it will always be like this.
Free from the sound of raging vehicles, the chatter of people, dead–as if it never existed. I sit there content, breathing in the whispers of the leaves, the dance of the branches in the wind as I bathe in moon rays drifting through almost monotonous sound waves of this precious hour. Rest easy my heart, in a few hours you’ll be drowned in the daylight madness, in the chaos of routine.