Musing

a dog's barks, a goose honk in the distance breaks silence as yellow leaves tumble along the path, sky clear, crisp wind, -1C/30F

last night about 10, quiet rushed in

being host means a vibrant noisy place goes silent instantly

as if someone killed the switch

quiet neither television or road noise or plane overhead can replace

it was quiet all night

even quieter this morning

hockey, baseball, football & board games bring us together in one room, but nothing unites a family quite like a festive meal – it reminds me of the ‘Eat Drink, Man Woman’ movie, where food preparation & meal were primary means of communication for a family – a man & his 2 daughters

sights, sounds & behaviour so familiar from days long past; my dad smiling – saying little, just watching as Carla & Krista laugh & roughhouse through high speed patter . . stopping occasionally to breathe while their mother chooses to frown more than smile, clearly wishing she was somewhere else

there were 5 of us, each single & unattached, though Krista is busy trying to change that equation - she departed early to spend time with ‘nouveaux beau’

fresh & exciting for her; lallow boops girl back in fine form, ear to ear grinning

suffering withdrawal, over-petted Gusta sniffs room to room

replaying the fun

Mark
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