Denzel sleeps looking peaceful, curled up on the other side of the bed. The night is still – there is no breeze tonight. The crickets have taken a break from their incessant ‘music’ making, only to begin again before I could even finish this sentence. A dog barks far away and a door slams somewhere. Reality is sharp, clear and straight forward. It is peaceful. The sounds of the night: merely a symphony of nature.

The warm bath did wonders from my bad mood while relieving the taut muscles in my body. As I watched the foamy bubbles depress into the warm water while the candle light flickered shadows on the wall, the burdens of my day slowly relieved themselves from my shoulders.

It was good to come home to Laila and Denzel after leaving them alone at home last night. Having pets is so much like having your own kids...to some extent. When you leave them, you wonder whether they ate or whether they came home when it fell dark or whether they feel lonely without you.

Lately, the 'lows' have been persistent. I know it is not only ‘work’. I've been missing my quiet moments. The moments that I need to make sense of everything around me. So I've been feeling disoriented and lost. This is an attempt to re-adjust my world. I should make time for more of this. That is a note to self.