I sit in a great spot at the bottom of the stairs. Feet up, coffee cooling and the dog resting on the floor beside me after our Sunday walk (she’s tired because Sunday walks are longer).
This is what I hear:
The blaring speakers of the TV in the next room as a Youtuber talks about something I do not understand. Also, with millions of views, I wonder why he does not have a better microphone.
I hear a 12 year old and a 9 year old arguing about the passing of gas, but also laughing about the aforementioned Youtube video. And discussing other things.
I hear the spinning of the dryer reminding me of the domestic life that gets caught up on the weekend (sometimes because I do the catching up and sometimes entirely in spite of me).
Through the window, it’s a quiet Sunday, just the passing drone of an occasional car down a one way street. No birds yet.
Back inside, others are sleeping or busy. One is on the road, heading back to college at this very moment.
I want to remember this moment and these sounds; time keeps moving!