And even that young I learned music can become a bridge between you and a total stranger.
Elizabeth Acevedo, The Poet X
The sound of the key in the door when my father came home from work.
Children really cracking up. Like, getting the giggles at inappropriate times!
Los pájaros de Valladolid!!!
My cat shaking off rain from her fur.
My grandma limped. The sound that her shoes made against the floor when she limped.
My grandma’s “yoohoo” when she walks in the door.
Hushed sounds in the a.m. when everyone is sleeping.
The absence of my kids’ voices - one is out and the other is sleeping.
My toes sweeping across the floor.
My dog sniffing around for a toy.
There was actually a cicada!
I make my husband put on his noise canceling headphones so he can’t hear me. jajaja
My husband is watching me and he is having a blast!!!