During the Sullen Hour

Television is in off-mode, and scampering feet are absent. Only the sounds of tree crickets and an occasional frog are heard through the double paneled window panes. A clock tics nearby – tick, tock, tick tock, tick tock, and the hum of the refrigerator purrs in the kitchen just in the other room. It's the sullen hour during the middle of the night where activity nearly stops, and ideas manifest themselves like raindrops in a summer sunlit sky.

The sullen hour is the hour of peace, the hour of little expectation, and the hour of regathering. The sanctuary of the mind is given place to reveal itself, and the probability of new direction and inspiration brings itself to the forefront. Quiet prevails, and requirements are limited. Solace is often sought and rarely found until the sullen hour appears.

“But sleep is lost,” one may object, and “rest is squandered” another may chime, however, the squandered and lost weighs little in the scales of serenity. Direction and peace overwhelm the perceived deprivation, and the ability to function during the hours of demand is enhanced by the sullen hour.

Many desire to rest their minds but find no answer. Many wrestle with management of the status quo but find no solution, and many choose anxiety over peace simply because they take no advantage of the sullen hour to their own demise. Be still, and know who manages it all.

Until tomorrow...Why Say More?