In the deadness, blandness, and blah-ness of winter, the thought of a nap creeps into my mind and doesn’t escape easily.
With little effort, I convince my husband that a nap is indeed what we both need to ease into the new time change. After all, my two year old has now drifted off into a sound slumber, why not follow suit?
We crawl into our pillowy nest and nestle in. Putting my mind to rest, I am transported from a state of doing to a state of being. I first hear the heavy breathing of my husband. The soothing, repetitive rhythm of his breath matches the up and down motion of his bare chest.
I decide to let go and add my own rhythmic breath.