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.