The world around me is moving in a blur…
Shifting faces and a susurrus of voices envelope my waking perceptions,
as if caught in the eye of a storm of change,
I am unchanging while the lives of others flit before my eyes…
I am the lone constant in my world.
A singular point that will always remain.

Stepping out into the night to the cricket songs and the sound of the wind shifting the clouds overhead.
The night sky is easy on the eyes, providing a gentle reprieve from the harsh brightness of the day.
Sitting down with a drink in hand and the cool air upon my skin, I take in the ambiance as the melancholia sinks in.