It’s the wee hours of the day that my mind is still, thoughts easily pass through. The crazy dreams have been silenced, the children still sleep and darkness surrounds us all.
So many plans, a few dreams, the secret wishes, they all float through. No pressure, no hurry, no need to get it done just stillness to envelope what could be.
Stillness is a prescious commodity in my mind. Thirty more minutes until my world wakes up and it all comes to life.
Time to be still.