when the heat of the rolling world can be turned away;

it's a little unnerving, entering a completely dark and quiet compound, knowing that everyone is asleep, everyone except you. as you tread your way through the all at once familiar and strange corridors, it almost feels as if you are part of this world and separate at the same time, within and without. yes, this is the corridor that you take every week up from the basement, but one still feels like a visitor, observing through a glass of sleep. consciousness or wakefulness? it doesn't really matter, does it, as long as it allows you to catch a glimpse of this peace and serenity, a short interlude before the bustle of the sun rushes in again.

and i have to admit that i like these quiet early mornings where one can just sit with a cup of tea to watch the world slowly awaken