76. Towards a new calendar

And now in the quietness of your sleep, as you disappear within your own private realms, your eyes serenely shut to the resonance around you, I stay put, admiring the undulance of your colors, fathoming how the shades of your breathing can manage so easily to preside over all things seen and heard in a lifetime. Hues and overtones calmly resting at the tip of my sight in a perfect equilibrium with the world. That’s how the year ends, in a cozy hushed beauty. The curves of grace closing in on us. Loops of peaceful motifs like jewels of incalculable worth. Light and gentle. Their diaphanous thread pictured in the silence outlining your presence. And that of your journey to unseen parts of the calendar.

Laolao