Occasionally, I find a little peace in the early hours of the morning or more accurately maybe on occasion a little peace finds me. This is a time my mind is able to place everything on hold for as long as it lasts, and I just live in the moment. It is reminiscent of being a child. Some time has passed since I have last experienced such a feeling.
This morning my side of the world was dark with night as my loved ones slept. However, I was awake with all senses keen alone with my thoughts and surroundings. I had forgotten how much I use to look forward to being the first to wake and spend a few minutes alone at home before starting the day just gazing out the picture window with anticipation of the crack of dawn’s first light. No noise, just the sounds of quietness gently falling around my being, letting my thoughts take me where ever they wish.
I cherish these precious few fleeting pieces of time, for which my mind once in a great while allows me to exist in solace. It is as if you are flying allowing yourself to soar as high and as long and as far as your thoughts will take you like the times you took flight in your dreams and did your best to remain air born. Then dawn becomes day and you float back to earth.