The house is quiet. The kids are asleep. The only sound I hear is the muffled vibration of the washing machine downstairs and an occasional car driving past the house. It's the moment I've been waiting for since the moment I awakened, yet when it comes, I find myself lost with no intention with what to do next.
These moments don't come often, especially at night. But when they do, I cherish every second. I look a little longer at the moon. I hear the lyrics of music with more passion. My thoughts and imagination become more vivid as I dare to close my eyes and lose myself half way between a daydream and reality.
It's the end of the day. It's that time when the busyness of the day catches up with the longing for the night. I let my shoulders drop. I take my mental armor off. I drop my shoulders and release my childlike fears into the salvation of my soul and smile for having made it through one more day.
Sometimes it never feels so good to exhale as it does during moments like these, when the world starts to make the slightest bit of sense. No questions are asked that I have no answers to. Nothing expected, nothing denied, nothing happening other than the surrendered unraveling of my mind and heart into the hope that tomorrow is going to be a better day.
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