there are quiet times…

when i’m thankful for the opportunity to hear and think what i will with no more influence over those thoughts than the birds chirping, or the rain falling, or the sun peeking.  no sounds of other thinkers interrupting the melodies of my choosing.  no sights to yank me clear of the fog of my creation where dreams and wishes are spread before me…all within reach…all inside my calm, where i do or say nothing to disturb anyone else.  today, there’s a hint of anticipation crackling within this bubble of mine, alongside the relishing of doing nothing…but this.  it comes from knowing this time is limited–because of my own doing.  i’ve made plans for a little while from now so…soon, i’ll run back out to join the ranks of those carrying on life within sight and sound of each other…noticing and being noticed…maybe.  my sounds or the scenes i create while making my own way will meld into others’ to be acknowledged or dismissed as deemed fit…or not.  and i’ll be ok…knowing i always have my quiet…my calm.