First, it was the sound of guns. (Duck hunters on the lake)
Then it was the coffee grinder.
I was almost asleep for the third time when I heard the distant train horn.
Eyes shut, I rolled over and put the pillow over my head. Of course, that’s when the geese party flew by, honking in unison.
I snuggled into my sheets one last time, hoping to catch a few more minutes sleep but no…it wasn’t meant to be. The train came rumblin’ by.
Time to get up. No more sleep for Diane this morning.
Honestly, I was bothered. Instead, I lay in bed and surrendered to all the sounds around me. Cars driving by, children talking, dogs barking . . .
Thank you God for ears that work.
Thank you for the many sounds of life.
It’s an attitude thing, right?