ruminating, obsessions

I'm yet to fully enjoy my new place but I do love the windows, more so at night..I love to just sit there in the dark for a few minutes with the curtains blowing, shadows dancing on the ceiling, dusty shimmer of trinkets and books lit by moonlight. I could sit here all night. Something in these walls and these barely there summer nights..that long lost anticipation of a new day. I feel so cornered by life that any such moment of stillness and quiet contemplation is bliss. My perception is off..I need to space out to really see, but the daily grind just won't take me there.