Contemporary classical music
begins to lull
the dimmed room
into a hushed stillness.
Air seeps into my lungs
as I count to three
and blow the numbers
back out again.
I stretch my arms
up towards the ceiling
and spread my fingers
across the lightbulbs.
Fresh-laundry-flavored air
tickles my nose
while rain pings against
the windows.
The sky is dark grey
and the tree branches
arch back against
the howling wind.
The storm soothes me
and lets me take my time
while I enjoy this moment
utterly alone.