A Solitary Sunday. With my spouse under the weather, the house is as quiet as a mouse. Yes, it’s true. I hear nothing. Not even the scampering of soft fuzzy gray. No grown children visiting today. No toddlers to chase or grand-babies to rock. The sound of silence is all around me. Life is full of contrasts in this way.
The past week has been an unusual one. Nearly every day the sun shined bright in the sky only to contrast at some point with the threat of foreboding storms. Often when I looked up, charcoal gray skies floated above while blustery winds blew by. Eventually, sheets of rain screamed sideways, this way and that. Afterwards, silence befell before various sounds were heard. Cracks of lightening followed by SNAPS. Brushes of tree limbs fell to wet blades of emerald grass. Swishes of leaves swept the air before landing in a loud crash. Finally, rushing water flowed toward a cement street drain. Gurgles of liquid dropped down..down…down.
The last several days have been full of contrast. Clear blue skies altered with islands of darkness. Eventually, clouds parted, allowing sparkling sun to peek from behind sounds of brief silence. Minutes afterward, favorite feathered friends of mine began to sing sweet, familiar songs while flying to patio feeders. Red cardinals, canary yellow finches, florescent blue buntings, cinnamon sparrows and red-breasted robins.
Life is full of contrast. Eventually the glory of light brightens darkness while sweet sounds begin to snuff silence.