i rely on your steady hands.

So today I woke up, thinking about consistency. And no, I don't meant consistency of liquids or solids or anything like that, I mean consistency in life. And every morning, I wake up to this kitchen, and every morning the light filters in through the window differently, but I wake up and unthinkingly wander down there. You could say it's my moment- my own moment. I know my parents are safely asleep upstairs and I know the world is quiet for a moment inside this tiny, insignificant space in this big universe. I sit at that table with a glass of juice or whatever I drink that morning and absorbe the stillness. It's just one moment- but it feels so much bigger. Maybe that's all we ever really need.