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.
This entry is part of the 31-Day Writing Challenge 2021 from Five Minute Friday.