I see...
...a Thanksgiving flag waving in the wind
...tall, creeping stalks of dying hostas
...a lumbering yellow schoolbus
...the bundled mailman delivering our letters
...steam creeping out of a basement window
I hear...
...the crackly static of the baby monitor
...the incessant yapping of a neighbor's dog
...heavy breathing from my sleeping baby
...the rustle of wind against the windows
...a moan from a fitfully sleeping boy
I smell...
...my baby's sweet scent
...the aroma of baking bread
...the lingering whiff of my shampoo
I feel...
...the soft, fuzzy form of my baby against my body, dozing in my lap
...the smooth strokes of the keys beneath my fingers
...the rough, crackly surface of my winter-dry skin
...a friendly brush from my comfortable, soft robe
I thank God for quiet times, for my functioning senses, for the joy of everyday moments, for the peace of a sleeping baby.
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