quiet time...

i've gotten in a really bad habit of staying up late...

but here's the thing...

after my roommates go to bed, the apartment is quiet... really quiet... not that they're loud when they're up - but it's just this peaceful kind of calm when it feels like all of the world is asleep... everyone except me... and my friends on the west coast... i sometimes use the time to catch up with my friends in the portland area...

but sometimes, on nights like tonight... i sit and enjoy the quiet... i sometimes miss living by myself... most of the time i don't... but sometimes, every now and then, i miss not having to worry about whether it will bother anyone if i leave my dishes in the sink or if i leave the ironing board and iron out... or whether my stereo playing butch walker over and over will make my roommates crazy...

but in the quiet moments, i don't worry about any of that stuff... and tonight, i hear a little bit of rain... and it's therapeutic...

and the moment feels peaceful... and my heart smiles a little...