I don’t know if it’s a function of having less time and more commitments as one grows older, but when I was younger I used to sit by the window in my living room or bedroom and just gaze out, at the sky, the surroundings – anything. And I’d just breathe and listen to the quiet, or to the little noises my neighborhood makes, and feel at peace.
The reflection of the clouds on our living room floor. Our neighbour playing the piano and singing evening hymns. Watching the stars flicker and fade next to the constant moon.
Now, I can never seem to find the time nor patience to do that.
Those memories are still vivid, though.