My
new room wakes me up at 6am every morning- sometimes earlier. The sun gleams
through the blinds and creates dashes of sunlight all across my room. Initially
waking up so early seems almost unbearable but the annoyance is quickly masked
by the beauty. I look up and my entire room is bathed in sunlight.
I’ve
come to find that there is no possible way to stay quiet in this house. The
wooden floors complain at any attempt of sneaking. The bushes in the back of
the house are almost completely saturated with birds- Blue jays, newly born
cardinals, chickadees, and mockingbirds. They hop from branch to branch calling
to each other as they perform aerial acrobatics.
More
and more I am finding assortments of memories around the house. They are found
in worn couches, a leaky sink handle in the kitchen, and the ever tempting urge
to open all of the blinds in the house. And as I sit here, I wonder if I can
even see beyond the next five minutes of the day. Mostly the answer is no. So I
just tap my toes to the sound of the music playing on my laptop and read another chapter of A Farewell to Arms.
