I could speak to you of work

But I won’t.

I could speak to you of egos and eccentricities

But I won’t.

I could speak to you of the endless hours of an endless day

But I won’t.

I could speak of 100 clinks, from 100 glasses, at 100 tables

I could speak of meats, cheeses, and a seemingly endless array of sweets to delight the masses

But I won’t.

Instead, I will speak to you of a single quiet moment.

A moment of rest, amongst well orchestrated chaos.

I found myself wandering.

Some can make a fortune, secure a career, and live a dream at a party like this.

Some can.

I found myself wandering.

The building isn’t usually this dark. It’s like seeing it for the first time all over again. I almost forget what it looks like in the light.

I wander higher.

And higher still.

I sit on the bench I’ve sat before. I almost forget what it looks like in the light.

I sit, and I am quiet.

The endless hours of an endless day.

I am exhausted.

Egos and eccentricities.

I am at peace.

100 clinks, from 100 glasses, at 100 tables.

I am happy.