Perfect Fabric of Peace

The long, motionless hours of night; a nod, a blink or deep breath away from a new day's noise and bustle. Modern life, soon enough, will secure its grip on each of us. Many prefer the reticent solitude offered in darkness. Never more than visitors there, we still yearn for the placid serenity of the night. The remnant of a night breathes evenly. Here, there are moments when nature makes no commentary. Man, animal, and machine all mute. Those waking early hope to seize these taciturn moments, holding them, savoring their purity to soothe against the growling noise and stress of daily life. Cool, hushed wisps of air wash over these moments and anyone still sleeping. Those already awake are embraced in the tranquility. They can touch the palpable stillness found in fleeting moments of time. Some will feel nearly transcendent, while remaining in the moment. Spirits immersed. A reverie in synchronism. In the brief interval which is a night, souls hang suspended between the muted hour and the commotion of a hectic life. Soon, the rising sun will adjourn the laconic spirits of a night. The taciturn and atoning moments recede, but their commendation upon the soul remains. Hearts momentarily warmed and comforted by the perfect fabric of peace, new from nature's loom. 7-14-14