It was a dreary Monday morning on an Indian summer day.
The tapping of raindrops battering the window and the whistle of the wind sounding like a train permeated the air of an empty neighborhood where the families were off to work and children off to school.
I sat in silence on the black leather couch with tears and rips from the dogs that are peacefully sleeping next to me.
My mind that is normally filled with thoughts that go in every direction at all times of the day was empty.
No doubts or fear of what the future will bring surrounded my soul.
No anxiety or sadness.
Just peace and quiet and the subtle song of nature.
Just a moment to comfortably enjoy the silence.