brooklyn

The Sheep Count Me...

The sun was up before I laid down. It was supposed to be a quick nap. Following an afternoon of heavy, sinful food and wine, a soft pillow seemed like the perfect place to chew on thoughts about what the evening might promise. The hours passed us by. The cell phone, face down on the nightstand, vibrated gently. Messages piled up. Posts and pictures accumulated in the far reaching arms of lives only known through the glow of a screen. This and that friend posing in aclub or on a beach in this or that city, country, village and town. None of it compared to the sight of the moon's kiss upon an arm sprawled across my chest, its owner inhaling and exhaling to the beat of silent drum. I was at peace.

Sometimes a weekend filled with stillness and silence is the most fun the soul can have.