I can recall a night, around 2010 perhaps, laying awake in bed as the late hours turned to the earlier ones. It was completely dark in my room, aside for the foggy orange glow of the street lamps outside, diluted by the crackled film of my windows.



Despite being awake, I had no distractions before me, no phone, no computer, no television. It was just me laying in the dark, in a comforting moment of clarity; the kind of moment where you aren't really living, but more so drifting. I had no worries, at least none I can recall in the present moment then, I couldn't tell you what I did that day or what had to be done the next.



I was just simply being.



Slowly, like a gentle wave rolling upon an empty shore, I heard the dulcet rumble of a commercial jet; barely audible through the second story ceiling. It was rumbling thousands upon thousands upon thousands of feet above me. It was then I realized there was an entire world flowing and moving and changing around me, all the while I was simply drifting, a small being of beings in a vast world, a vast universe of things bigger and smaller than me.



It made me smile.



I didn't hear any noise from downstairs.