In the quiet, I see but not with my eyes
I hear my inner voice instead of tired thoughts
I touch the magic of a connection I thought was lost
I smell the warmth from the summer day ending
I taste truth in my words

The stars are out tonight
In the quiet, I remember

I reminisce about the endless days of summer we cherished as children.

We were masters of balancing a busy social schedule. We would play an outdoor game called Around the House, see how high the backyard tree swing would go or have a contest of friends vs. friends at the baseball field across the lane from Mrs. Eldridge’s rugosa rose bushes.

When standing in the sand on the coastline of the Atlantic Ocean, you receive a glimpse of infinity. You have no choice but to breathe it in. The healing effects are instantaneous and that is the moment infinity becomes personal.

The morning sun shines through the semi-sheer curtain over my kitchen window, turning white into a warm apricot.

One would not normally consider a kitchen curtain as soothing, yet here I sit peacefully enjoying its glow

The beginning and the end. They are the same point of a circle.

In 2019, when I wrote the following, it was not the first time I had been here, nor would it be the last.

Coffee and pen in hand, I begin again. The sun has not yet risen on this spring day. This is why I pause and ponder on what to write next. I must be waiting for a splash of colour in the sky to inspire a witty metaphor. In this moment, I am experiencing a mere cliché. It is darkest before dawn. I do not dismiss its importance.