Things I Hear

I'm a bad listener (my parents and friends know this, as my chores always slip my mind and birthdays can never stick in my head).  But occasionally, I like to sit back and listen, just to see what I'm missing - and I don't mean listen to words, exactly.

When I listen, I hear the soothing way my hands fly across a keyboard.  The vent's slow, constant buzz of air.  My own heart beat, my own breath.

When I listen, I hear the way a person's voice rises and falls, like a never ending song.  I hear a child's soft stutter, the high pitch of one woman's voice and the boston accent of another.

When I listen, I hear thousands of stories, some going untold.  I can hear words missing from sentences, the dialogue of the world all around me.  The fabric of the universe; words.

When I listen, I hear the murmuring of my father when he crumples a paper, the soft creaking of a hammock, a child's shout outside.

I always try to end these posts profoundly, but it usually ends up cheesy and cringe-worthy.  So rather than try to be profound, I'll just leave you with these questions:  what did you hear today?  ...and what did you miss?