It’s quiet now. Late. Dark. Peaceful. It wasn’t always. But it is now.
I like the quiet. Crickets chirping in the dark. Cars in the distance, far enough away that they are nothing more than a soft hum. Some nights the stars go on forever, reminiscent of the fireflies of my Midwest childhood. Tonight, though, nothing above but an almost-midnight blue blanket … that I can’t see for the blinding white of my screen, the only interruption of the peace.
These moments alone, unhurried moments. Early morning or late night. This is peace.