At the end of each day, for a brief moment, everyone in my house quiets before bed time. They all get immersed in their nighttime routines and the anxiety and weight of the day seems to dissipate from their bodies like mist as they fall asleep. I can almost see it cover the house as everything goes more still by the second.

It’s then that I can finally quiet my mind and think back on the day I had, what I did, what I need, how I feel. That moment is almost sacred, too short and delicate, so much so that if I think about it, it quickly disappears. That moment is my favorite time of day.