Below is a poem I apparently wrote on December 23, 2016, just after the Trump election. I must have had a brief but notable moment of peace. I remember the photos I took in that moment, as well.
a free morning
wake up alone
the simplicity of stillness and
concrete objects light builds before us.
the luxury, difficulty of embracing solitude.
the moment where only breath fills a room.
when we savor in the simplicity of a single moment.
alone with a star shining through a bedroom window
and a camera to help us remember
savoring a sip of air.