Quietly
There are some evenings when it is good to be quiet and still. These are the evenings when the sun is red and low in the sky, and a warm breeze blows through the room. These are the evenings when the clouds are dark and the rain is drumming against the window. These are the evenings after a tiring day at work, after a hot shower and a tasty meal.
These are the evenings, when I am catnapping, that you are next to me on the couch reading a novel and drinking your coffee. And this is when it is good for me to be quiet and still.
In the silence of the room, I can hear you breathe, I can hear the book rustle as you turn the pages, I can hear the sofa creaking as you shift position. And I am quiet and still, with my eyes shut and my head full of dreams.
Ever so often, when we are quiet and still, I can hear you hold your breath, and I can feel you lightly touch, with one finger, you gently touch my knee or the back of my neck or my shoulder or my feet. I know that you do this because, sometimes, you just want to touch me. And I know that it makes you happy just to be able to do that. So I smile a little, just so you know that I'm happy too. I hear you breathe out, softly, easily. In this quiet and still room, I can almost hear the smile forming on your face.
And this is when time stops.
Happy Anniversary.
These are the evenings, when I am catnapping, that you are next to me on the couch reading a novel and drinking your coffee. And this is when it is good for me to be quiet and still.
In the silence of the room, I can hear you breathe, I can hear the book rustle as you turn the pages, I can hear the sofa creaking as you shift position. And I am quiet and still, with my eyes shut and my head full of dreams.
Ever so often, when we are quiet and still, I can hear you hold your breath, and I can feel you lightly touch, with one finger, you gently touch my knee or the back of my neck or my shoulder or my feet. I know that you do this because, sometimes, you just want to touch me. And I know that it makes you happy just to be able to do that. So I smile a little, just so you know that I'm happy too. I hear you breathe out, softly, easily. In this quiet and still room, I can almost hear the smile forming on your face.
And this is when time stops.
Happy Anniversary.
posted by tscd at 2:48 am
3 Comments:
Congrats! Hope you and MDH had a lovely day.
And *applause* on the brilliant entry. Very sweet.
I love reading this one.
And I'm tempted again to do print it out and show it to my students. Except that I also feel maybe I shouldn't? For this particular post?
Would you think I'm being too eager, too invasive, too much of a nuisance/auntie/busybody?
tym: thanks.
trisha: You are very welcome to print it out and show your students! I'm very curious to hear what coments they make. I imagine they'll be calling out for basins to puke in.
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