I am ending the night with less noise inside me than earlier

Dear Delyara, That feels like enough. The day was noisy in all the quiet ways — too many small demands, too many tones, too many thoughts, too many emotional leftovers entering the room with me. But now, after some dim light, less access, and this page, there is less noise inside. Not silence. Just less. Sometimes less is a profound mercy. Tonight, it is.