After midnight

Exhausted, feeling slightly ill, I roll onto the bed. It is so very late, and there has been so much action today, my mind, body, and spirit are all practically brimming with tears. They need rest. They need the door shut. They need the fresh air and lack of stimulation.

And so, we shall sleep… hopefully, very well.

Post-a-day 2021

Where is the quiet?

Some days, the pounding, clunking, grumbling of the world just plain makes your head want to cry.  Where is the quiet in this place?  Even here, the suburbs have no silence, even at night.  When will I hear that open quiet, free from this go-go-go, look-at-me lifestyle?

August awaits.
Post-a-day 2017