our sounds of silence…


The chirping melody of a thousand crickets,

The creaking and popping of bare-feet on a hundred-year-old wood floors.

The soft slow breathing of the people I love, safe and warm in their beds, still lost in their dreams.

The not so subtle resistance of these old doors.

Coffee, percolating.

The soft turn of fresh pages in a new book.

The rain. 


It has a sound…it sounds like this.


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