The Happiest of Moments

I sit on the prayer mat after I’ve read the third of my daily prayers. The time of this prayer ends at sunset, but today I’ve finished twenty minutes earlier. I sit on my knees as the light from the window lays on my body. The golden hour. The window to my right is open, letting the breeze blow in and pushing back the curtains while doing so. My face is streaked with tears yet my cry has gone silent. I close my eyes. This is the moment I wait for each day. The moment when the air cools my figure, all worries washed off only to leave a soft glow. The moment of peace; that leaves peace.