Reminiscing the quietness
I
well remember the sounds of the woods in East Texas growing up. To those who
are unfamiliar, you are right, they may seem disturbing, but to me it was the
lullaby of nature. Occasionally some teenagers hot rod or old un-muffled truck
would travel one of the dirt roads nearby and disturb the lullaby, but not for
long and the loud engine roaring would fade in the distance. I used to listen
to hear a bobcat meow, but never did- only the rustle of something running
through the leaves. Our beagle would howl and run through dark, but once
settled-in without her attendance to the creatures of the night, the melodies of
the chirping crickets sang summertime tunes. Winter was quiet. I took to hand
sewing throw pillows and such, as a hobby during those quiet dark nights in the
East Texas Big Thicket.
Winter
nights are quiet here too in suburban Denver, when the snow is on the ground
and the nights are in the single digits not much stirs outside. Occasionally the
neighbor's dog barks, or the rumbling sound of the neighbor's children running
up the stairs in the town home next door interrupts the calm, the silence. Winter
night's silence, sleeping is good......thank you for letting me share.
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