Quiet

You know those times where the world seems like its completely silent but not quite? Where the world seems to stand still and your the only inhabitant? When the cool air touches your skin that feeling like a soft and loving embrace? Where every sound is magnified: the birds chirping, the cars  passing by, the wind blowing, the grass rattling. (the hobo picking at my trash for recyclables. I'm going to go make him a sandwich.) The murky fresh smell of the morning multiplied by two. That peace and quiet is rare in a world like ours. I just returned from my front yard, for it it now six in the morning when I am writing this (I wonder when it will be published), and it is that time. It was slightly foggy outside which made the air cool but not to the point where I was not cold. I am currently sleep deprived (and will probably pay for it later I'm sure of it) and I couldn't resist going outside. Sometimes I just need a break from all the cludder in my head and this is how I free myself. I just sit on the chair in my front yard, close my eyes, and listen. This is the best way to calm myself, I've figured out recently, for plenty of occurrences have been happening in my life recently and causing me to over think almost everything I would normally always do. (Maybe I'll make a separate blog post on that.)

There are other times where I can obtain this peace and quiet as well- mornings opposite- night. I used to go out at night (through my window of course. My parents would flip if they know I went outside in the middle of the night.) and sit in the same place or, if I could, my dad's pick-up truck. Don't get me wrong I absolutely love mornings, but night is just equally as beautiful. I completely adore what is the moon and the stars. I literally could stare at the forever and never get bored. It's like there speaking to me in another language. Night is one of my favorite times to just think. People similarly do this in the shower. Where everything that happened in the day comes back and I start to think "man I should have said this" "if I did this it would have gone a lot faster" "this might have hurt their feelings" "I should never say this to them". I get this also when I'm driving up north to my family in Stockton. We drive through Gormon Mountain which is essentially an hour and a half drive to get through. I have one song that I listen to on repeat the whole way, "Sunny Came Home". This song basically expresses how I feel going up the mountain in the mornings. It just feels so right. The sun barely breaking though the clouds, the fresh air, the beautiful sights. It is truly magnificent. (And who wouldn't want to block out the annoying sounds of my siblings in the back seat?) It is really a whole new world (who thought of Aladdin? huh huh huh *wink*) to see and experience. Breaking out of the regular routine is important, so I have difficultly learned. But it is totally worth it when you experience something amazing like this.

Quiet is wonderful,

                                Natalie ♫

  "Sunny Came Home"