(03/03/2005; 09:36pm) - quiet...
watching my two dogs sleep peacefully on the bed.
watching the cat curl carefully in between them.
sitting in, out of the cold, pre-spring-night freeze.
listening to soft music, with soft vocals, singing about soft and lovely things.
feeling the breathe draw in between each rib,
feeling it slide down my throat,
reaching all the way down to my feet, firmly grounded under my chair,
where i sit on this dark, snowy evening
at a desk with soft light in the quiet.
i am here.