It came in an unexpected rush.  Something that I never saw coming.

One son at a cross country meet.

Another at basketball practice.

My wife and the final son at the gym.

I was alone.  Unexpectedly and unobligated alone.  It was unnatural.  I felt wrong.

Certainly, I could have done any number of chores.  That also felt wrong.  Sort of like pouring a fine wine down the drain.

I changed into comfy clothes.  I looked around.  I was still alone.  A miracle.

Even the dog sensed the moment and curled up for a nap.

In the silence, I grabbed a book and read.  Glorious words, as my eyes moved across the page.  I felt less guilty and more at peace.

It took me a while, but I think I figured out the relaxation thing.  I would give myself a B+, not bad at all.  I filed away the approach.  What worked for me was bound to work again, someday years from now, when I have an unexpected free moment of peace again.