0 Dark 30….

The house is still, except for the ticking of the clock and the hum of the refrigerator.  It is darkness, only illuminated by the tiny lights on the electronics in the television stand and my laptop.  Outside is the same, our light shining on our flag, the post lights at the edge of our driveway. 

Stillness…

There are many nights where I do not fall asleep,  I lay there with a parade of thoughts marching through my mind.  Sometimes these thoughts are worries or fears, sometimes they are imagination, sometimes they are memories.  Needless to say, they keep me up.  This parade, without a brass band still make noises that keep