Simplicity

Life is this intangible thing, an enigma and a contradiction; at once so real, visceral, and so ephemeral, ethereal. It's like the difference between day and night; during the day, things happen – to you and to others, cause and effect, gripping happenstance; we react to these stimuli, and action results, changing forever your life, whether big or small. But at night, you rest, restore, reminisce, and soothe – a stretch, expanse of enchantment where time slips through your fingers too fast and magic feels true in our hearts. To say that life is all about stretching your legs, petting a dog as it lies beside you and together you watch the rain; as you hear crickets chirping through the storm, life always going on, is laughably absurd. And yet, on occasion, sometimes that's all that's really needed, moments of quiet contemplation of all that lies ahead and behind; in this, I find peace. Sometimes we just need a friend and a reprieve; sometimes we must simply listen to the rain and smile at the crickets.