Existence

It is quarter to 10 pm and I am gazing out from the window. I don’t know what I want to see or what I am seeing? The western sky is red, as if telling on the Sun while it disappears in the depths of the horizon. The thin line of Moon, above in the sky, is assuring me of the existence of Universe. I try to find the stars but it is bit early for stars to grace.

The gentle air coming from the window, which I opened for the first time in many months, smells of summer. I look at the front lawn of my building. The foliage of grass has yet to turn green. For the time being, just happy to be relieved of weight of snow. There are few bushes shoved in the moist soil for them to blossom in summer. I also notice new set of garden table and chairs being kept there. The indomitable human spirit to welcome summer after each winter makes me smile.

It is absolute silence. No sound of traffic, no clutter of leaves from the leafless trees and no chirping of birds. The beautiful wooden row houses, each with a car parked in front of them stands still. I start the music player in the laptop. The faint melancholic music fills in. It is soothing.

I feel the serenity permeating my existence and the ambience engulfing me. Inviting me to be part of them and be nothing. To silently hear everything, blindly see everything, and to accept everything without protesting.