It’s been a while since I sat, away. In silence. Observing, searching, glimpsing my past and present. I am irritated, not relaxed, my mind isn’t silent or comfortable.
I used to see and feel silence much more before I moved. New surroundings are wonderful and difficult all at the same time. It isn’t what I’m used to, but change is never comfortable or embraced as well as it should. So I stopped. All of it. I took a break. I watched some more. And here I am. I found silence. Um, well, some of it escaped and that’s okay. The bit that stayed, helped me write again.