It’s a quiet day.
My life is so blissfully peaceful and slow these days. My phone lays just like a lump of metal and glass and gadgets rather than a hyper doorbell.
I have nights alone with The Great British Baking Show and This is Us and I waffle between urges to try my hand at homemade croissants or curling up into the fetal position and crying because life is just that beautiful.
And I love it.
Love it, love it, love it.
I can’t believe I’m saying that, but its true. I love the stillness and the quiet.
My own shock about it is rather deafening, really, and that’s the loudest thing in my life: the boom of my disbelief.