Its Friday night. I am home alone. With the cat sleeping peacefully and the baby sleeping almost peacefully.
The day’s work is almost done. A breeze brings the scent of jasmine. And of wet earth after a long scorching day. It was I who watered the plants earlier.
The day was long. I could have been better. I could have been worse. My baby is stirring. Her lullaby playing.
It is time to go to bed, to the gift of sleep. In peace. With gratitude.