Tonight I'll find comfort as I rest beside the fire. I'll look through books of poetry with my reading glasses set low on my nose, my feet curled up between the arm of the couch and the cushion. The low glow of the fire will reflect off of the coffee mug I made some years ago in high school out of clay. I'll notice the whipped cream slowly melting into the hot chocolate, swirling as small air bubbles form then disappear. My book will smell like oak, after being shut so long in the trunk my grandfather used when he was a small child. My cat will be happily curled, laying in a small ball in the middle of the chair to my left. Little sounds will escape his throat as he quietly snores.
Tonight I'll find comfort as I read beside the fire. A bowl of chocolate truffles will be sitting on the mosaic table in front of me. I'll smell the chocolate, the sweet tang. I'll happily lick my fingers before turning the page because I some of the truffle melted while I took to long to enjoy the way the chocolate inside melted on my tongue. After turning the page, I'll become enraptured by a new poem, delicately tracing the way the words rise and fall in rhythmic beauty, stirring within me my sense of empathy and adventure. I'll imagine the poet, dipping his carefully crafted quill into a pot of ink, then carefully scratching the tip against the paper, creating a poignant and almost hypnotizing melody.
Tonight I'll find comfort as I listen beside the fire. A single violin will strike, demanding absolute silence as it swells in passion and volume. A soft piano will dance beside it, timidly turning. Soon, a compilation of brass will triumph, daring the violin to take control. Other strings will be encouraged, allowing the company to play alongside.
Tonight, I'll find comfort as I survived the chaos, acknowledged the day, and am now preparing for the kind and merciful night.
That's all I have for today. Thanks for reading and remember, keep writing!!
No comments:
Post a Comment