Quiet

It's a quiet night for a little post.

I have Dean Martin's swing to accompany me, but the night's a tad bit too warm to sip some exquisite whiskey, so I'm going to post a little article today.

Quietness spreads through him as he settles down into his own skin. Turbulence that used to override his mind screams less now. He looks around his silent comfort zone and wonders, that what affected the change in him. Through the open window, he feels a breeze wafting. He peered out through the window. The sky is a clear deep purple, but the city light at the horizon drowned out the stars. Such a shame, he thought. He saw stars filling the skies in the past, atop a mountain. Then, the stars shimmered and twinkled in the cold air. He thinks about the days that brought him to the present. Such sweet memories, and painful experiences.

There was an accident that took away many things from him, but then again, nothing was lost that could not be recovered. There were beautiful days in a land far away, surreal and dreamy. It was like a long holiday he took, not so long ago, yet it feels like a chapter way back in the past. The days now seem more rooted to reality, but still beautiful nonetheless. The surrealism is replaced by a sense of comfort now. Quiet comfort.

He sits in the room, listening to soft country music in silence.

Quiet comfort.