When it’s late, and quiet, where does your mind wander? When distractions are now resting, the bustle of the day has waned, what do you choose to indulge your restless thoughts?
I play music to unwind and allow creativity to flow freely. Sometimes I find bliss while other times I find writer’s block.
It’s late. I remember when I felt most alive at this hour. I lived for pleasure and passion and indulgence was a luxury I never denied myself of. I’m more reserved now; not necessarily good or bad, just the way life is.
Still, I love this hour when the house is quiet, and I can be free with my thoughts. Free to reminisce about whatever. Free to just…..be.
It’s late…..what are you doing?