Time to Sleep

I walk to the window aware that everyone has retired to their rooms, their beds, for the night's rest.  It's quiet in the house except for the tall trees swaying outside my window in gentle wind that seems to blow regularly in this Pacific Northwest part of the US.  I tiptoe to the window and gently pull at the drapes that hang there lifeless until they come together by the window's opening and billow satiated and full of air.  Deeply I inhale as I close my eyes to listen to the rhythmic sounds of trees brushing against one another in the night air.

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