After a bout of stormy weather passed, Sunday dawned windy and cold and clear--at last. I had put a quilt on the bed and snuggled in, and the house at dawn was so quiet. No air conditioner sounds; even the frige was taking a rest. No TV or radio, no traffic on the road out front. A golden time of utter silence.

Then by straining my ears I could faintly hear the tick tick of a clock in my office. Then the lonesome sounds of a train blowing its whistle at the crossing two miles away. By 8am my resident mockingbird was up and singing cheerfully. But these are all sounds I love. What a great way to start a day.

susil