Quiet

It's 7:56 on a Friday night and I'm sitting in my bed, tucked cozily under the covers with the window opened wide letting the cool air in.

I'm reminded of all of the Friday nights I stayed home as a child/teenager, frustrated at having to stay in on a weekend; feeling trapped, stuck. Now I love it. I love the quiet. I love the freedom to choose to stay home. Strange how one's understanding of freedom changes with age.