Q is for Quiet

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It seems that I’m becoming more comfortable with embracing challenges these days. With that in mind, I’m embracing the A-to-Z Blogging challenge, by writing about the things that I most closely associate with being alive, when I show up and engage with life as fully as possible.

And with that, I give you:

QUIET

The earth’s collective sigh when the sun slips below the mountain tops, pulling the shades down on the day and pulling the comforter up around her ears.

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A ripple of thought across the room, an echo of candle’s guttering.

Fog drifting across the pond, shushing birdsong, stilling the rustling of reeds, the liquid flip of fish dancing beneath the water’s surface.

Snow fall at three in the morning, too early even for God to be up.

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Stars beckoning from the night sky, an invitation to play to chase and then to settle, to embrace, to rest.

A pencil slicing across a blank page, carving hopes and dreams, longings and fears, leaving behind some measure of peace, even if only for a heartbeat.

The inexorable falling of water onto sand. Drop. By drop. Seeping into grains, leaving behind a damp shadow, a kiss of light on the surface.

Silk sliding across skin. Breath. Perfume. Caress.

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Head collapsing into pillow, thoughts racing headlong into the night. Or the morning.

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