I try to relish the silent evenings. I like a mixture, some busy days and evenings and some with no plans at all. I enjoy my days with no plans, sometimes more than the days where I do make plans. But it is the evenings where there is not a single sound about, not an ounce of anything calling my attention, that I am savoring.
My time is mine, to do whatever I wish. I can fill the time with noise and activity and action, or I can keep it quiet, spend time in my own mind. My evening is mine to make of it what I will. I find it calming, tonight, the knowledge that I get to do exactly what I want exactly when I want. That is not a privilege I will always have. I know that. So much is temporary, so little is guaranteed. But tonight, I had choice—silence and peace were mine to do with what I wished. Tonight’s escapades are nothing special: some reading, then a very reasonable bedtime. No matter, it was the perfect evening.