At Some Point In The Day

At some point in the day, there is always a moment of solitude. The loud cities always exhale to reveal a silent peace. Our thoughts and apprehensions cease from running and pause where they can be clearly seen. The soundtrack of complication is finally unplugged. Some are frightened by the quiet. Usually they are comforted by the busyness that swarms them. Others find refuge in silence. Nothing is more soothing than when the palpitations fade into forgotten memories. As the stillness hovers over us, we can reflect and refuel, cleanse or soil. It may only last heartbeat because as the world awakens, so do we.