Still. Day 5.

still[ stil ]
adjective still·er, still·est.
1. remaining in place or at rest; motionless; stationary: to stand still.
2. free from sound or noise, as a place or persons; silent: to keep still about a matter.
3. subdued or low in sound; hushed: a still, small voice.
4. free from turbulence or commotion; peaceful; tranquil; calm: the still air.
5. without waves or perceptible current; not flowing, as water.
6. not effervescent or sparkling, as wine.
7. noting, pertaining to, or used for making single photographs, as opposed to a motion picture.
1. stillness or silence: the still of the night.
2. a single photographic print, as one of the frames of a motion-picture film.
1. at this or that time; as previously: Are you still here?
2. up to this or that time; as yet: A day before departure we were still lacking an itinerary.
3. in the future as in the past: Objections will still be made.
4. even; in addition; yet (used to emphasize a comparative): still more complaints; still greater riches.
5. even then; yet; nevertheless: to be rich and still crave more.
6. without sound or movement; quietly: Sit still!
7. at or to a greater distance or degree.
8. steadily; constantly; always.
1. and yet; but yet; nevertheless: It was futile, still they fought.
verb (used with object)
1. to silence or hush (sounds, voices, etc.).
2. to calm, appease, or allay: to still a craving.
3. to quiet, subdue, or cause to subside (waves, winds, commotion, tumult, passion, pain, etc.).
verb (used without object)
1. to become still or quiet.
1. still and all.nonetheless; even with everything considered: Even though you dislike us, still and all you should be polite.
still[ stil ]
1. a distilling apparatus, consisting of a vessel in which a liquid is heated and vaporized and a cooling device or coil for condensing the vapor.
2. a distillery.
verb (used with object), verb (used without object)
1. to distill.
Still[ stil ]
1. U.S. founder of osteopathy.
2. U.S. composer.

I didn’t go outside. There’s snow. Don’t blame me.

I spent the day luxuriating in my alone-ness, and I will spend my night doing the same.

What is alone though? I’ve read books, listened to music, watched movies, drowned myself in beautiful art. Somehow, that’s not alone.

Still. It gave me the strength to sit by and observe, rather than participate. The strength to be in my own. 

I’m tired, I love you all (are they’re any of you?) goodnight. 


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