I love it when it finally gets quiet in the house after a long day. I am in awe of the calm that succeeds the bedtime storm/mayhem that proceeded it. There's a calm, quiet stillness that was nowhere to be found just a few moments before. I swim in this calm, drink it in, let it permeate until my head stops spinning from the day's goings on. I can now retire my body from the absent minded need to move. Speaking of moving, if you asked somebody to move you without any explanation, they could try a number of things and still not do what you wanted. They could try to move you emotionally with words of eloquence. They could try to move you physically by pushing or shoving you. They could try to move you to action with persuasive language. All the while you may have simply just needed help relocating. However, I would rather be moved than moved any day.
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