This Quiet Night

My husband is out of town.

This night is quiet.

My baby girl fell asleep in my arms at 7 p.m. while wrapped in a bath towel.

This house is quiet.

I have a stack of work to do, but it will wait until tomorrow.

This mind is quiet.

I have a phone fully charged and no messages to send or receive.

This phone is quiet.

I have a T.V. without cable.

This space is quiet.

And when planning, musing, predicting, wondering, assuming, and any general amount of over-thinking is to be avoided I focus on a song, an album, a book or any other transporting mechanism to keep me focused on as little as possible.

I am in love with Bon Iver.  Bon keeps me quiet.



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