Peace

There is no higher degree of happiness than peace -- so I thought to myself.



In the living room sitting comfortably on the couch, with a computer on my lap, I was trying to think what I wanted to do when I noticed something enticing, something that asked me to do nothing.  The air is thickening, and the sky is darkening.  The wind started to pick up in anticipate of a rainy day tomorrow.  Tree are dancing freely, but not too wild.  Sounds of chimes, in and out, make this sound of evening choir long and extending.


Boubou says that she doesn't want to practice violin tonight; and wanted to read Fairies instead.  I let her be. She picked up a fairy book from the shelf and chose the glider chair for her oasis.  Gently swinging back and forth, occasionally sniffing, I can tell she is enjoying her book, perfectly contend and peaceful at this momeht.



Kitchen light is on, as dim as the sound of NPR's fresh air on the radio.  Nothing feels feels significant, all is as distant as the evening sky. 

I savior the taste of life right now.  It almost does not feel real.  It feels more like a long ago memory , a piece of dream, or a faded clip from an old time movie, yet the I can feel the sweetness of the peace at the tip of tongue.


So sweet. -- so sweet that I don't even want to use an eclaimation sign  in my sentence to ruin the lightness and easeness of it.


I am grateful for my peace.  I wish peace on you, near or far, rich or poor, friends or enemies, old or young.