I lay in bed awake–desperately seeking sleep.
In the distance I hear a train, the whistle blows, the wheels click along the tracks. I cannot say where the train is coming from or which way it is going. The sounds of the train fade in the night ….
Just outside my window, I hear the rain pinging in the gutters. With each drop I am reminded I am safe and warm in my beautiful home, in my warm bed.
I hear the quiet footsteps of a teen quietly walking down the hall. She should have been asleep hours ago. She has been distracted by You-tube, Facebook, or perhaps Skyping her boyfriend.
The toilet is now filling with water, as she tip-toes back to her room, never aware she’s been heard.
As her door shuts with a gentle click, a soft muffled sound begins next to me. It slowly works into a rumble. My man is snoring.
While I lay listening, I am comforted by the sounds of my town, of my yard, of my house, of my love…… of my night.