I am alone. I am alone with everyone now. The quiet whispers of nighttime neurons and evening connections start inside my brain. The warmth of comfort and of relaxation flood my every limb and bend on my body. The hot smell of candles burning too long flood my nose, face, and head. Complete relaxation. Oh the delicious tantalizing treats that night brings. The quiet comfort Night can be, as if a gift directly from Day. How wonderful these two balance. They're dancers, lovers, & friends together; they know the roles of child, caregiver & enemies so well. In fact Day and Night are the best of all the pairs to be ever created.
How elegant for us to experience it after every wake-up in this reality we have.
It's absolutely suffocating in the best possible way to be in the moment.. right now.
To be intoxicated with the beauty of this time, this place, the smells, the cloth on and off of my skin, the sounds of truly nothing but steady hum after hum of the quiet solitude of life in it's existence right now, is the truest of all happenings.
And truth is the key to absolute understanding of you, me, and life within this & all universes.