Last night I ventured into the wilderness of my yard for another night. Two words summarize my experience: peaceful and cold. Many of my fears from the previous night had completely dissipated. The sounds of the neighborhood gently settled around me. I distinguished between jumping squirrels and falling leaves, and during each burst of noise my heart rested calmly in my chest. Without paranoia pressing me down I enjoyed the world around me and could love it.
Sleep found me quickly and watched over me most of the night. I stirred only to readjust my limbs between positions respectively conducive to warmth or comfort. Without the winter air nudging me awake occasionally, I would sleep undisturbed. I think I will repeat my experience one more night before I leave for New Orleans tomorrow.
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