quiet contamplation

I don't write much here. If only I could connect my brain waves to the internet... What was it that's been filling my mind?...
Erie is quiet. I haven't felt this quiet since home. I used to sit at my desk by a big square window. I'd watch sun going behind the bare tree branches between the roof tops, and I'd think, and write, and read. I missed that feeling of tranquility. It felt as if time had stopped. A few nights ago, I was getting Matt to sleep. His bedroom window faces west. I sat on the bed and watched the sunset, and the time stopped again. What is ten - fifteen years? Time really is just in our heads, a mere illusion. There is more of the timeless eternity in a moment of quiet contemplation than in all the religious discussions of the world.