The smallest mood

She sat down. Nothing needed doing right this instant, nowhere needed going, no one needed talking. For once in her life, a small moment of nothing occupied her being. Not even anticipation, for anything. This was, and it was everything. Everything, thus made concrete, was also nothing, and as she sat she pondered the peculiarity of it all. It wasn’t even profound, it just – was

The moment only lasted for the average span of time a moment usually occupies. Then, something, as always, came up. But often, afterwards, she pondered that fleeting speck of time. It had been the smallest of moods