My mind at ease.
In a way I've never experienced before.
But, in a way that's still me.
Not a me dulled or altered or bent into a shape that's not my own.
Just me, but…
Quiet, perhaps is better.
That's it too.
But, not a lack of sound. A lack of commotion.
Like looking away from a crowd.
Watching instead the gentle motion of a breeze.
Or, perhaps a ship.
But, not one becalmed.
One harbored in an easy port after rough seas.
Seas ridden so long, I had memories of nothing else.