I awoke to rain this morning. Not pounding-the-concrete rain, but gentle relaxing rain. It feels so cozy in my little space when it rains or storms.
I realized the other day, as I lay in bed waiting for sleep, that I am more at peace when I go to bed than I ever have been. In my head I ticked off the reasons why this could be so.
I have finally determined that it is because there is no other human being within the confines of my home. I have never slept well knowing someone else was there, whether they were asleep or awake.
When sleep doesn’t come quickly, I lie there looking at the one window in the bedroom that looks out over the patio.
With the blinds drawn, I watch the shadows of the tree branches. A breeze makes them dance, as if on a dark stage.
I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the dogs sleeping at my feet. And I am happy. Truly happy to have them here to keep me company. We are a family of three.
This is my little world. All 700 square feet of it. It doesn’t feel confining in the least. In fact this size is absolutely perfect for me and the pupsters. If ever I build a little house, I want it to be this exact same size.
As I sit here looking out the bedroom window while I type this, I see lots of birds flit about the patio. But when I go to open the patio door, they all fly away.
I wish they’d stay and let me watch them and capture them with my camera.
The silence has never sounded so sweet. It is the kind of silence that lays gently upon my shoulder. Like a loving hand giving me wordless comfort.