She thought of these moments as solemn secrets kept by the raging storm, its howling winds perfectly disguising the cocoon she was hidden safely within.
The warm peace in the room heavily contrasted by the landscape at war with itself just outside the window. Two worlds existing in the same moment. The one out there, the one in here.
“So much like life…” she mused to herself, getting up to refill her cup, “only that usually works the other way around.”
She gave a rhythmic twirl to the sound of her favourite song, causing a disruption of music and candlelight around her, the tiny spaces between filling with her laughter.
This was the safest she felt to be herself, alone with her own thoughts which all seemed to drift into comforting perspective now. Her mind was never quite this clear, her spirit never quite this at ease.