The Air is Thick

The air is thick Engulfed Humidity Activity Aromas of latte, Spending, and Cologne People. But also Him. Them. In the chaos there is peace Calm Rest The world is a blur. Small conversations escalate around Escalators move to the next entertainment destination We sit at peace In silence. Creating Thinking Wondering Occasionally a word is spoken The noise around is silenced through the lens of Them. Apologies are thrown for the silence… “I can’t talk (and do art at the same time.)” The words are already penned. I smile and laugh. “you don’t have to.” Silence in the chaos Within The chase Within the world … It’s the best gift. It’s peace beyond comprehension. May it fall upon you as leaves in autumn. And may you jump in and find Joy.