Quiet and serene things seem to be you see. A day like today, quiet and clean. No disturbance to be felt, far and wide, within this place that I abide. Moments like this seem to be a rarity during these times of calamity. So I like to take them in to the best of my ability, turning these fractions of space into a soliloquy. It makes me wish for younger days, when times like these were more readily available. Growing up is a pain and remains to drain my brain of energy that I wish I could retain so that perhaps I could regain some of my vigor.
