In the quiet

… while watching the glow of the clock, listening to crickets and the scurryings at day’s end, I saw choices float through my mind’s eye. It had been a busy day. I didn’t get everything-I wanted-done. I had done what I could. So much to do better at the next day’s wake. While in this day’s wake the prickling of the day’s tensions turned sharp. The dark wasn’t dark enough. Light carried over from the neighbors and there was the glow of security lights. I wasn’t doing anything else. I saw a crack in the ceiling and breathed again moments before the music sliced through the night.