Sometimes Quiet Is Best

I glance her way when she's piddling and not aware, doing what she always does. It really doesn't matter what day or time of the day it is. The season of the year, the weather or what I've eaten lately doesn't matter. There are times when everything ugly, evil or obnoxious just fades away and I am left in the warm grips of happiness, contentment and a soothing piece of mind. Sometimes love is a quiet strength, sometimes quiet is best.