Silence. Pure, blissful silence. No voices. No movement. Just an empty house. A pin could drop, the sound would be deafening, and the winter wind gusts outside rumble. I bask in it. Soaking up the nothingness and snuggling into a couch, book in hand. This is how I recharge. This is where my energy filters back into me; giving me the sustenance to be kind, rational, compassionate, creative, dynamic. These are blessed moments now; each one I love and cherish.
-Kate, New Hampshire
