Redux
The sun is starting to slip below the clouds — another day at its end.
I glance out my window.
All I see is peace. And the balloon wavering silently.
All I hear is the wind and my thoughts.
After a long day, I’m grateful to have found my way back home to the sky. Away from the rat race.
This wooden refuge does connect me, but I am far above all the noises and struggles from down below.
The clouds nestle me and silence the stress and hectic of the world.
I’m home.
And I’m calm again.
*deep breath
Originally posted 1/31/2019 on I Write Her.
I Write Her 
I love the calm vibes of your poem.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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Most welcome
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You’re welcome
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Lovely repost! And perfect for this last day of the year!!
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Thanks so much, Val!
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Susi, this is a beautiful reminder of the quiet we can find when we take a breath and find our way back to stillness. Gorgeous work!
Much love,
David
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Thanks so much, David! <3
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