My quiet place

Before I became a mom, my quiet place was driving the open roads, the moonlight vanishing every few seconds from the trees. No music, no talking, just the sound of the car’s engine roaring, the sounds of the tires gliding across the concrete, the sounds of the car cutting through the air. I did so much thinking while driving, sometimes a lot of times getting quite lost in thought.

But now, as a mom, whenever I’m in the car it’s generally with Lovie and there isn’t much to think about other than how to keep her happy and tantrum free. So these days, my quiet place is all about the shower… the absolute solace of a hot shower.

...the constant rhythm of rushing water enveloping a vulnerable me as I step onto the cold floor. Anything and everything gets washed away in the shower. Beads of water adorn the glass door while droplets slide down every so often. The heat from the water massaging my shoulders, my back. My ears drown in the sound of falling water. My thoughts become so clear and focused. I’m able to laugh, reflect, cry. I step out completely refreshed, yet yearning to return to the warmth of my quiet place.

This week we asked you to write about your quiet place. Where is it? What does it look like? What happens there? Our word limit was 200

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