Fog in General

It is only when I am in the quiet I realize how noisy is my soul.

I have a YouTube playlist that is all Celtic New Age stuff.

I can feel my breathing start to synchronize with the in and out of the music.

To a degree it makes me feel like a child again. I start to feel magic again.

Adulthood steals that from us if we let it.

It is easy to forget that it is always there. Sometimes just beyond the horizon. Sometimes just beyond the high beams. Right there on the other side of the fog exists the magic that has been in you forever.

Since the day you were created.

I had a bangy, crashy noisy day. I need a long day at the beach. And some silence.
Silence is a hard commodity to come by with two and a half decades of jet noise ringing in your ears.