Serenity

The hour is late and both body  and mind grow weary of labour induced since the sun was seen and the day was but a toddler. It's been one of those days. Nothing stirs the night time save for the occasional creaking as the building stretches in it's slumber.

They said it would snow today and true to their word, the snow is silently going about it's business blanketing the neighbourhood.  From my lofty perch I watch as green becomes white under a flurry of snowflake after snowflake.
There is something hypnotic about watching the snow fall from the heavens above; something magical and I daresay peaceful about it. Something akin to a fresh start; a cover up of our glaring inadequacies as humans; and watching it long enough nothing short of an ode to the wonders of mother nature.

So I sit in silence, contemplation made easier by the serenity provided by mother nature on this night. Unlike must people, the silence does not drive me insane. On the contrary, I find peace and harmony in such rare moments. However for now I will not sit and  think; I will just enjoy mother natures display of a pacifying mechanism and bathe in the serenity she's provided.