The sound of electronic ocean plays in my ear.
A ping from the heat.
A rumbling from a car engine outside as it drives by.
Indistinct chatter from my daughter in the other room as she talks to a friend on the computer.
Calm energy.
Frenetic energy.
Ebb and flow.
This is how we go.
How does time morph and shift depending on the time of day?
It moves so fast in moments of solitude and slows to molasses when trying to fill what feels like endless hours of entertainment for two kids stuck in a house.
It’s really all good.
Please stay asleep.
Breathe in, breathe out.
This is the rhythm.
The birds are back chirping outside my window.
The daughter is still talking.
Quiet revelry.
Boisterous connection.
Musings of a nap time moment.
May 19, 2020