Reverie

It’s so quiet, I pause for a moment in front of the open window to feel the warm breeze. I momentarily drift off to another world, transported by the soft dialogue of late spring — the whispering of the young leaves, the warbling of birds. Uninterrupted. It’s so quiet. Not even the voices of children playing on this unusually hot day. No noise of tires or car motors from the nearby road. Not a plane. For a moment, I allow myself to float away, to feel isolated, secluded, invisible, alone. I imagine the world is nothing more than this, than me and it — the sounds, the sensations, the light, the shadow, seeping through the window and dancing on my skin, begging me to stay here, peacefully at ease: unstuck in time, unstuck in place.