As I sit at 5:30 a.m., on a Saturday morning, in the glow of 500 mini Christmas lights, I realize I love the sound of silence.  Or as close to silence in my house as I’m going to get.

Downstairs, my sleeping husband has the volume of the tv  just loud enough for him to hear while he is sleeping. Result: I can hear it upstairs.  My mother is restless and coughing down the hall, the refrigerator just kicked on, and my coffee pot is clicking.

The silence is absolutely beautiful. I love moments like these. They are the only times I am not being asked questions, given instruction, or concentrating on what is going on around me.  It is the perfect time for me to write. However; these moment happen so rarely I don’t want to ruin them with the clicking of my fingers on the keyboard.

With that said, I am out of here.

*one last note. Please take a moment of silence to remember the lives lost at the Sandy Hook Elementary School. For the loved ones left behind the sound of silence is going to be deafening. 


About ramblinann

I live in Massachusetts and always have. My family continues to grow with the addition of many grandchildren, who steal my heart every time I see them. Recently I was able to check off an item on my bucket list and earn my Associate Degree in Complementary Healthcare, but usually, I can be found sitting behind the wheel of a big yellow school bus. I love to write, though there seems to be some missing connection between my thoughts and the ability of my fingers to put those thoughts on paper, or the screen in this case.
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