Rachel Maurice
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A Night of Silence
Putting things into perspective was always so much easier from up here, hence why he liked coming here as often as he did. Away from the humdrum and endless bustle of the city below; a much welcome reprieve from the steady monotony that seemed to dictate his every waking moment. From up here, things didn’t seem so pressing -- so urgent, and he wasn’t expected at one place or another. Sitting here overlooking the sprawling metropolis below, he was able to finally take a step back and process the day’s events. A sense of calm washed over him, and he heard himself exhaling the breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding. Next came his shoulders. Ever so slowly, he felt his shoulders start their mechanical descent from their elevated positioning. How long had he been holding that tension? Bollocks if he knew, the better question being, when hadn’t he? He suppressed the urge to sigh. There he was going off on it again, the missus was right; he was going through a midlife crisis. Or was it an existential one? He couldn’t remember the exact phrasing she’d used during his most recent bout with melancholia, but the pairing of the words ‘existential’ and ‘crisis’ certainly rang truer than the feelings brought on simply by entering midlife. This time he did sigh. He really was becoming like his old man. The thought caught he completely off-guard. Momentarily taken aback, he felt his mood sour. His mind just had to go there, didn’t it? Even way up here on the ridge, he still couldn’t put enough distance between himself and his subconscious.
By Rachel Maurice 3 years ago in Families