The silence is broken only by small, inconsequential sounds: the tiny drip in the shower, the distant traffic on the crossroad, the gentle hum of the computer.  The breeze today has lost the shocking chill it carried yesterday.  Now it is balmy and soft, as it quietly filters in through the open window, which had been shut for so long.  It is finally open, for the sole purpose of inviting the new breeze in to chase the stale air away.  There are, as usual, many things to do, but they will all wait.  Soon enough, the silence will be shattered by a busy household and the stillness will be a memory.  The sun will leave the sky above and the cooler air will warrant closing the window again.  The chaos and bustle will be inevitable. 

But this moment is mine.  I will not squander it by creating my own frantic rush of activity.  Not today.  Not now.  This is my world and i will claim it and make what i will of it, and right now, i will it to be peaceful.  While i can, i will drink it in, hoping to refill myself before the onslaught is forced upon me once again.