Set a timer for five minutes and do nothing. Then write about whatever came up in that moment of stillness. - Rachel Schwartzmann
My internal clock must know something I don't, because it sensed when the five minutes were up, a couple seconds before my timer went off. I found that so timely.
A couple thoughts came to mind. Mainly all revolved around living alone. Fortunately, I do not have rowdy neighbors so the atmosphere is pretty quiet during the evenings. I paid attention to the outside vehicles passing along, zooming on down the street. I was surprised none of the vehicles had the obnoxiously loud motor or muffler or whatever that thing is that sounds like gunshots from the 1800s.
Then I returned to my solitude. To the calm of my apartment, with the only internally audible sound arriving from my air purifier. I enjoy listening. Let me hear all that is around me. My dad would jokingly tell me that I can hear a rat piss on cotton. I don't know whether my hearing post wireless earbuds is keen as it once was, nevertheless, that hyperbole tickles me the same. Towards the end of the fifth minute, I thought about how drained I feel from the workday. How I am looking forward to resting my mind and going to sleep.
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