… you can hear better.
The doorbell rang at 8 AM this morning. For us, this is early. We are NOT morning people. At 8, we are still squinty-eyed and grunting at each other, lolling about and trying, though not in earnest, to reconcile ourselves to daylight.
The sound of the doorbell brought blank stares all around. Who would dare?
Ambitious carpet cleaners, who weren’t expected until noon, that’s who.
I won’t even get into how much I hate carpet, but let me just say that carpet cleaning at 8 AM is reason number 4,579 that I’d like to rip it all up, install drains in the floors, and buy plastic furniture so that I can just hose my house down every night before bed.
So, with a fair amount of grumbling and dirty looks, the boys and I threw on our clothes, stuffed the essentials in a bag and headed to the gym. Not, mind you, because I give a rat’s rear end about exercising at such an ungodly hour, but because they have free Internet access and reasonably healthy breakfast options.
We ate, we swam, we ate some more, and because I knew that our white (did you catch that? WHITE!) carpet needed to dry if it was to have a fighting chance against three boys, we decided to go on a hike.
And this is where I was treated to something wonderful and unexpected.
Silence, or something like it.
After all the hustle of the morning, stepping into the woods was like diving into a deep pool. Cool and quiet.
Even my wild boys grew hushed, if not still.
We closed our eyes to quiet everything but the sounds of birds calling to each other across the tree tops. So many different songs.
We stood very still, our toes underwater, balanced on river rocks, and stared, astonished that little rainbow colored fish dared to come so close.
The spell was quickly broken in the car, on the way home, where the boys bickered, smacked their bubble gum and I croaked along to Queen’s, “Under Pressure.” But still, something of the day has stuck.
I drained the color from all our photos, and it has made them more. I’m left wondering, what would I see, what songs would I hear, if I could peel away the distractions in our life?