I sit in a weathered wooden chair. Its ancient history flows through the wood grain in swirling strings of story. The legs beneath me curve ever so slightly, gracefully downward into the dusty sunlit floor. In the vacant room surrounding me, there is a heavy sense of calm. It is the sort of calm that envelops your very being, filling your lungs up with soft light and blanketing your mind with solid reassurance. Sunlight pours through the open windows, filling the space with golden warmth.
