I've taken to evening walks in the cemetary, which is less than four blocks away. it's small, and bounded by a busy street on one side and the railway on the other, so even at its very core, you can't escape the sounds of the city that surround it.
but just at dusk, in between breaths of traffic, it is quiet and still. you can hear the birds coming back, the sweep of the branches, and the night slowly drift over.
it's right then that everything feels right to me. under the shade of the dogwood tree, shimmering in the evening light, the air is like cool velvet and I can let go. even if just for a moment.
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