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It's time to focus on what seldom gets noticed. This is a time to allow thoughts to hone in on what during the rest of the day would be meaningless and counter productive. Nothing now matters other than to rest.
Think about sitting bundled up warm on a park bench at night. It is cold out but you are warm and comfortable. There is a fog hung in the brisk night air, still. A few warm lamps illuminate the area in a subtle glow which elevates the stillness of the fog that lingers. The small water vapor droplets that float effortlessly seem to bind together to form a blanket of grey that washes out detail in the surrounding world. Trees are rounded off dark shapes in the night, the sky is covered by mist that gradients into black.
It's quiet apart from an unseen owl in the distance softly cooing every now and again in a slow cadence. The sound carries through the veil of mist without disturbing the balance of air and water. The grass below the lamp posts are illuminated bright green in a circle that fades quickly as the fog blocks it out. A well kept dirt pathway slithers into the darkness between two large trees to one side and over small wooden footbridge in the other. The sound of the stream beneath is not heard as the water flows slowly and quietly, dark cold and smooth out of sight.
The darkness is welcomed of course, it was a bright long day after all. No need to wander thought back to it. A deep breath takes in the cold night, holding you in place. Your eyes close. Complete darkness and peace. The slow hoot of the owl every other moment calmly floats along the edge of your consciousness as you take note of the warmth enveloping your body.
The darkness of closed eyes looks into an infinite void while showing nothing at all. Imagined shapes form and dance, flowing with your breath and mind. Feel the void pull you in as you are now laying in a warm bundle of dry cloud. Floating. Almost as if you have left your body behind, an empty vessel you don't need right now. The force pulls you deep down into comfortable embrace. Lifting you up while keeping you on the ground.
One by one, stars blink into existence around you, distant galaxies and nebulas form. Floating in warmth while being held in place you can try to count the cosmos but it is ever changing and impossibly infinite. Always expanding. The stars elongate as if being seen in a reflection in a pond, they slowly become lines that swirl into a warm glow. A ball of warm light, not bright, but comforting. No bigger than the size of your fist it slowly approaches and warmth from head to toe comfortably rushes over you. As it merges into your chest, only each breath can be counted and perceived.
Sleep