It was one of those days where frustration held a steady hand over me yet when night began that hand evaporated. Work was steady but as if the water dropped one step at a time, annoying. Nothing in particular bothered me but the atmosphere of “all the same” with the walls every so slightly closing in on me. Then the evening arrived and I let go of the common and allowed myself to be who I was. There was no extraordinary actions that occurred yet letting go of the tediousness opened a world upon itself.