I’m sitting on the front step listening to my kids in the school bus line down the road. Giving them independence, but still checking in. I hear the school bus come noisily up the road and the doors open. The roar of school aged children fades and i sit and enjoy the silence and my steamy coffee.
Fall has come in like a lion. Seemingly overnight. It was dark out at 5pm last night and dark when i woke up at 7am. It is gloomy and stormy. A gust of wind sends hundreds of leaves and helicopters into the air. One lone helicopter becomes almost bird-like as it climbs up into the sky, riding the wave of a breeze, before it makes it’s slow decent onto the grass.
I muster up my energy and head inside to begin my day of chores. The making of the home. Laundry, dishes, tidying up the debris from the previous evening.
I wander through these days content and happy. Enjoying the lifestyle i have created for myself. The quiet days spent alone.
It dawns on me that this choice is such a priviledge. It doesn’t so much dawn on me, it is more of a reminder i give myself every once in a while. I am so lucky to have this time. This golden silence.