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the quiet of the night

1:19 am

Deep heavy downpour and an electrical storm. Cool air flows through the windows.

I have turned off the lights. Night envelops my skin, a dark velvet.

Sitting by the window, watching the sky momentarily flash white like odd synthetic daytime.

In eight hours, I'll be somewhere else, somewhere bright, in clothes that don't fit.

I'll be interacting like a normal human, they talk and talk.

I'll be doing things that are seen as productive, this and that, the routine of life.

But this, this still - this is when I slow down. I quieten. My brain stops its anxious.

I breathe. S l o w.  I exist.

Beautiful things in my life happen when it's past the midnight hour.

I look forward to the quiet of the night and all that comes with it.