The Soundtrack For My World
Sometimes, in the mid evening, I find myself alone. Sitting in the quiet of my home, I mentally tick off my family members, noting where they are and what they are or may be doing.
In the stillness, small sounds whisper up to my ears and creates a melody that is unlike any other.
Sitting in the sort of silence, the white noise in the background becomes The Soundtrack to my life.
The hiss of the washing machine as it agitates a late load of laundry.
The whir of the dryer as it tumbles it's load amid the percussion of the dryer balls.
The wind, sometimes a fierce howling thing, but more often, a gentle breeze, slipping through the open doorway or window. The soft thrup of the window screen as it tries to break free of it's frame. The soft swish as it plays tag among the taller grasses.
The warbles and whistles of the smaller birds, the cries of the falcons, the call of an errant goose or duck.
The click of her nails as Nikki wanders from one spot to the next, then her garumph as she settles again.
Occasionally, this silence is broken by a kiddo, but I don't mind. It's almost like The Soundtrack decided to freestyle for a few moments.
Later, when I go to bed, The Soundtrack shifts a bit. The wind and the kiddos and the birds and the pets are muted. They are replaced by my favorite part of The Soundtrack...
My husband's breath.
As I crawl into bed next to him and curl up to his resting body, the peaceful way his chest rises and falls becomes the rhythm that ultimately lulls me to sleep.
His breath reminds me of the gift we have both been given. I smile without realizing it, my body relaxes and my soul nestles into the peace of rest.
