Turn Off the Music

Right now, I am feeling more spiritual than I have ever felt in the past few years. This is 2.48 AM on Friday. I just turned off the music and somewhere far away I can hear trucks rolling down the roads, to destinations unnamed from destinations unheard of. It is a curious sound that a truck makes as it moves on the road, whether it is the sound of the truck's tires on the road, or the sound of a big vehicle rushing through the air, it is somehow magical. 

Someone has pet peacocks nearby, at least I think they are peacocks. I mean, if it sound like a peacock and it screams like a peacock, it must be a peacock. Maybe not. I like to imagine the weird sounds as some kind of alien night time plant that grows under the earth and makes these weird sounds when the wind blows the clouds over the moon. There is a dog barking, but it's far far away. I can hear crickets. If I close my eyes, I will still be here. In this moment.

This is night. Without music made by man, I am with the music made by nature, and ofcourse the sound of my fingers dancing on the keyboard. Yes, after lot of typing everyday, I have finally learned how to type without looking at the keyboard.

So, turn off the music, listen.

2.54 AM