Journal, Day 17

Yesterday, the benefactor and eldest female spent the day furiously using their fingers to communicate in anger via small talking machines, arguing over perceptions and future events. When the benefactor finally arrived home, they silently showed forgiveness by watching the media box and lightly chatting. The benefactor decided it would not be a day to mention some of the things that were left undone in the flat, as it might only precipitate another standoff, and the balance that was barely achieved toppled.
 
Tis finally the denouement of the week. For the first time in four days, the benefactor received a full night of slumber, and woke feeling human once more. The morning has been so quiet, and lacking a warmth and joy that the elder male brought daily. He arrived safely to his destination and has been immersed in the culture and beauty of the grand city. He promises daguerreotypes of his adventures upon his return, which feels untouchable.
 
Again, the benefactor rose for calisthenics at 0600. The sun had risen strong and clear, with birds greeting the morning with fervor. It is summer’s promise of endless possibilities that make the days feel more magic, and make such early greetings to the world less tedious and painful. May the rest of the day bring such peace.