Peace.

It is not always that I write when I'm happy. Today is one of those days.

It is so peaceful.

My day began late, up to late spending time with one of my roommates who will no longer be my housemate in a few days. I have enjoyed making a friend of her this past summer, and I am going to sorely miss her when she leaves Friday morning. Only 2 days away, I won't dwell on it.

Work went as expected, we moved the office around and my new position is much nicer, since I have the trees and glass door to my back. I can close my eyes and imagine the river if I'd like, and the sound of the wind through the trees and shrubbery behind me is soothing as I program my heart out. I fixed an error today, deploying it and talking to my Russian coworker while doing so. I believe he is my favorite, as he is quick to smile and laugh.

The bus ride home was uneventful, the wifi cut in and out making it difficult, but as usual my bottomless patience simply shifted my attention to the mountains as they sped past. There is something beautiful about nature when you can stop and appreciate it.

My walk home was quick, determined. I found my home locked, no roommates? Its odd for all 4 of them to be gone, but then I remembered one of them saying something about a fair, and I know the one moving away is at a potluck tonight.

Home is quiet. The cat asleep on the couch. The shower called for me. No music this time, my mp3 player is dead from being left out on the table for 2 days without charging. A side affect of the late nights I've been having. After my shower, pulled pork and toast cooking and I walk up the stairs. The microwave humming behind and the toaster oven clicking. Today will be the one of the first times I've had leftovers from this batch of pork I made Sunday.

I grab a book. The Time Travelers Wife. Sit at the table for the first time since we got it, and eat my meal while reading. Something I've never done before. The house is completely silent and I love it. It is so calm having nothing to distract me at all. No loud noises. No stories I don't care about.

I eye the piano. Playing it loudly, letting my fingers find what I want to hear. Music comes from the soul, and today my soul was peaceful but loud about it. It was beautiful and ended on a C.

I read some more. And drink water.