it’s the little sounds.
the sounds that break the void left by pure emptiness.
the sounds in a vacuum, amplified so that we can hear them as they really are.
the sound of morning breaking through sleep – the dreaded BEEP or RRRR or some perky talk radio host cutting into the dreams and hopes of endless eyelids.
of an ice cold coke in the middle of a hot afternoon – the crisp snap of of aluminum on aluminum and slick slip back into silence.
of an early morning thump, silence, thump, as kids throw a baseball back and forth – the reverberating hush of all the words spoken through the motion of rotator cup, ball through air, THUMP.
of cubes pressed on a laptop when the rest of the world is silent – the moon and backlit screen illuminating the keys while the rest of the world experiences a deafening quiet.
it’s the little sounds that bring me back into creation, into the world, into me.
the sounds of life that go uncherished. that go forgotten.
i need these sounds of unimport to remind me how good life is. how complex life is. how simple life is.
it was the sound of the espresso machine as i climb stairs to greet the morning, to greet my mom already awake and thinking of others.
now it’s the sound of drawers opening and laces being tied as my wife – a late sleeper – gets up early to run.
and it’s the sound of the rising sun as i shut the noise off, lower the window, and embrace distant cars backing up and racing forward.
it’s everything i fail to notice, but always hear.
it’s the sounds of life that i appreciate more than i know until i stop and listen and realize they are there and the world is much too big to not notice these little sounds of life.
this was written as a just write post. it’s been a while since i’ve joined this community and i’m glad to have something to offer them. they are beautiful writers just trying to get something down – a task harder done than said.