So the day has passed
And now I sit
Contemplative
Resting in the comfort and stillness of the night air
Watching
As shadows move across the ceiling above
As the walls hold strong in their resolve to remain
I listen
To the gentle sound of the wind
And can hear as well
Passing cars
Laughter
And the hum of a city waiting
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
A restful and serene poem.
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🙂 It was a restful and serene day. One of those days where the sun falls through the window just right… I cherish those.
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That is the perfect sort of day.
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I sometimes do that.
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They are such precious days… Where the light comes through and falls on the ceiling or on the bed just right, and the warmth just disperses through the room from that place, where you have the time to just lay for a moment and watch time slowly pass in the movement of the shadows throughout the room.
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My idea of heaven even if short.
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I can feel it. ❤
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Lovely poem. I can feel the slow wait
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