sound
the harmonious singing of the hymns slices through the cloud of sleep within which, my mind rests. as the mass ends, i hear the congregation leaving. their unintelligible chatter preludes their departure from the usually serene place of worship. the car doors open with clicks and slam shut with thuds. reminiscent of a grand prix race, the high pitched whines of a multitude of car engines starting up breaks through the otherwise peaceful morning. the gravel is crunched by huge 4WD wheels, as the cars crawl toward the exit. in a few minutes the only sounds to be heard are those of the birds announcing their presence and the buzz from insectopia. and the wind blowing against the drying, autumn leaves. i roll over and sink back into the arms of morpheus.
