Late evening solitude

Late evening solitude. The calm and cool evening air drifting in through the crack in the window, cooling the room and the hectic day behind. Coltrane throwing down hot agitation and cool smoothness that stirs the breeze. Music to my right, books to my left; the best man and maid of honor in this marriage of sound and story. A candle, lit, and casting shadows. Light bouncing off the walls of my room, characters, connections, questions bouncing off the walls of my head. Incense burning, slowly and soothingly, taking up with it my thoughts, my concerns, in winding tails of smoke that trail around me, drift up to the ceiling and out the window. Feeling it all start to gather, the music, the thoughts, the stories, the strong aroma, the smoke rises into the air swirling and mixing, gaining intensity and power, faster and faster. I can almost see it, coming to culmination. Then, fading, dropping back and resolving. I begin to drift off to await the next coming late evening solitude.