Rands's Hour

15 March 2012

In my precious hour, I am aware that it is quiet. During this silence, maybe nothing at all is built other than the room I’ve given myself to think. I break the flow of enticing small things to do, I separate myself from the bright people on similarly impressive busy quests, and I listen to what I’m thinking.

Every day, for an hour, no matter what. Mine is right now; six in the morning. I’ve already showered, shaved, dressed and made coffee. No one else is around and it’s really quiet. Bliss.