There is a click as the door shuts. I breathe a sigh of relief, all I want is quiet. I’m alone, free of interruption as I enter my space. My space is my indulgence. At last, I am at peace.
The irony is that my quiet place isn’t at home or anywhere indoors. I find it when I walk early in the morning. People are there, of course, they have places to go. I don’t.
As I walk I observe the world around me. Mum’s are hustling their children along, eager to get them to school so they might find their peace. I’m happy, content to observe events from afar.
The dried up leaves rustling as the wind blows them along the path I’m following. I love to walk, whether through parks or woods or even a path next to a road.
My indulgence is my peace, my inner calm no one can interrupt. Even though I’m walking my heart feels relaxed, beating within itself.
I’m happy, indulged in my quiet place.