In the silence…
The clock ticks on, without tiring, like the metronome to the tune of my life. Tick Tick Tick. A constant, dull beat.
I can hear the creak of my chair as I rock back and forth, sewing the button holes on my new dress.
An errant mouse scurries beneath the bed in the next room. Oblivious to the activity below, the cat sleeps quietly on the bed.
The kettle on the old wood stove steams away, letting me know the temperature of the oven by the sound of its whistling breath.
The house is quiet and in this moment, I can hear myself think. Good thoughts. Memories past and plans for the future.
The silence is good. It calms me and fortifies me for the day ahead. If I could, I would stay here…in this moment…in the silence.
tim mcmurdo 
Thank you for following Storyteller. — ray
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Beautiful. Could feel the subject’s senses as if I were her…A peaceful and contended moment in time.
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You are awesome, Amy!
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(contented)
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Lovely, Tim…I need to keep this post for when school begins :0)
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thank you, Wendy. 🙂
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One of your best Tim. Beautiful
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Thank you Liz. Are you home yet?
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