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The sounds of Full Metal Jacket fills my ears as I drift off to sleep while my husband tries to decompress from the day.
Wide open spaces. Open roads that can be taken at any speed one pleases.
Dark night just walking through the misty streetlights. The pains of today stabbed through me as I frantically flip through songs to get me in a better weekend space.
A long day finished. Many roads travelled. Many paths taken again and again and again. Many phrases repeated. Now all asleep.
The choir moved me to consider going to church again. Not necessarily for the rhetoric, but for the ability to sit in the pews and practice music again with the company of the choir.
I'm contained. Contained next to the window listening to the traffic go by as my children nap. Or at least one naps. The other can be heard quietly giggling as he scrolls through the recesses of YouTube.