2AM at night.
Not a soul in sight.
Why am I awake, you wonder.
To experience the Silence of being nowhere, I say.
Sleeps aren’t particularly noisy, you retort.
Ahh my friend, sleeps end up being the most noisy part in a day.
Do you sleep on the street, you want to ask.
Ohh sometimes I wish I did. The chaos of the street is something I might be able to shut down but I haven’t had any luck in shutting down the voices in my head.
How does being in the middle of nowhere, staring at the moon’s reflection on the ocean help, you ask quite sceptical.
I really don’t know, but it does. You realize the size of your existence and the significance of your worries.
Half of our problems is as real as the Horizon, we are convinced about its existence but it doesn’t ever surface.
The silence of the ocean the beauty of the moon, the dancing clouds, the sparkling stars makes you realize the beauty of the present which is so often left unwrapped, worrying about the gifts of the future.
P.S That may not be the best click! But I love this picture. There’s such an unspoken beauty about this picture. This is the closest I have to the memory of the calmness of the night.