2:45am

The world is still but my mind is not.

Once again I lay awake.

One thought forming as the other trails off.

The soft sounds of John Coltrane permeate through the dark bedroom.

He lends me serenity,

Coltrane.

While he lays still,

My love.

His breaths are short and hollow.

His skin is warm and soft.

I kiss his hand

he moves.

ever so slightly towards me.

I smile.

I’ve been smiling a lot tonight.

Grateful for these days of…

solitude?

Time to be alone and be still.

Time to not be bothered by the outside world

though

the outside world has tried to penetrate my solitude.

I ignore.

I thank God for this time to myself,

with my emotions

my feels, my thoughts...this time to spend with Him.

My Heavenly Father.

I ask Him to grant me peace and balance

as I sit here.

As I talk to Him, as I hear Coltrane and I enjoy this—life.

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