silent conversations
Every morning I sit, pen and paper in hand before the day begins, intending to have a silent conversation with myself.
The rhythmic hum of the nearby refrigerator, or occasional bird song colours the morning silence. It is in these early hours of the morning that solitude exists without a sense of loneliness. That the inexorable current of the day, has not yet begun.
The whole world crackles with the potential of what is yet to come, and you are there to bear witness; a fly on the wall watching the gears of the machinery whir into action.
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