Consoled by blankets, tea,
and -hushed clanks of heater, refrigerator's whoosh,
dog's breath- something like silence,
I quiet myself
-Or attempt that perplexing process.-
I need more: silence, hearing, humor.
Less: distrust, words.

I feel the malady of the quotidian of late.  The swiftly moving days, the inability to stop myself mid-motion and let myself see.  It is good to stop and listen, to look, to find the beauty in the full tilt.  There is much I need to hear, to learn, to celebrate.