This morning I woke up before my alarm. So I just lay there. And listend. And soaked up the sounds.
The sound of birds chatting cheerily in the trees. The sound of my Mom's boats as she walked through the yard under my window taking care of chores. The sound of a cow's moo. The sound of my bed, my own bed, creaking as I rolled over. The sound of a sprinkler starting up. The sound of my Dad getting ready down the hall.
No sound of traffic. No sound of yappy dogs. No sound of a fan whirling above my head.
Just sounds of peace and quiet. Sounds that, to me, are home.