Beautiful awakening and quiet reprieve. Of seasons and times unknown save for the lightening of the morning sky. History has taught you to watch in silence because in watching, you see.
And a sight such as this is the beginning of smooth sails through an obstacle-ridden day.
Jay was used to the drama by now. It was the one thing he could count on to never be missing in his life. He didn’t hate it nor did he love it; he had just accepted it for what it was.
Perhaps his ability to dream helped a bit. He had been a Joseph since his childhood days and his happy place had remained as lovely and magical as the first time he visited it.
Listen.
There is a relief from hearing nothing. Nothing but your own thoughts floating around freely, connecting as they talk to you. There is a liberating peace in the absence of the obligation to show that you are present.
When finding meaning in the unspoken sensations of the world is deeper than bonding over words, trading your longing for inclusion for solitude.
A waning desire is still a desire. Maybe it isn’t as harmful at the outset. Perhaps even innocently you dare imagine its worst impact. And it was bearable. Because alone, it can be contained.
A recurring thought is of falling.
Not slipping, nor jumping, neither is it of making contact and shattering at the bottom. Just falling.
It’s that season that we have hoped for for so long. A season with long cold nights, and the sound of rainfall on the window. When mornings would gladly be pushed back as far as possible while we cuddle under the sheets.
We thought it would fix everything wrong. We hoped and prayed it would.
Marta’s day was going just as planned. She finally got on a call with a prospective client she’d been trying to reach or a while and it went fine.
That was in the morning. Feeling like she had achieved something worthy for the day, she sat in front of her computer and googled one of her guilty pleasures.
