Three in the morning. The city silent. Even the cars sleep. I am alone but not lonely. The quiet angels of the dead of night are cowled in the shadows, dark wings folded, they watch over me. I am guided & protected. The moon, full as a crystal ball, motionless... high in the cobalt blue. One still point. A fulcrum. Breathless. This moment is enough. There is nothing to add. Nothing to take away. Be still my restless spirit. Be still.
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