I didn't appreciate how quiet it is on the island until we visited back home. I had a hard time tuning out all the traffic noise and general neighborhood racket. And if I never hear the boom boom of loud base again it will be too soon. So something funny happened when we got back to the island. It's been almost too quiet to sleep. Sounds crazy I know. Then this morning, as I was laying in bed, starting to wake up, I heard a very faint scratching noise. I was straining to hear it, figure out what it was. It had an almost steady rhythm to it. Samson was sleeping with me (make fun, I don't care, I love it, especially with Ric still out of town) and I looked over at him. Then I figured out what the noise was. It was the feathers moving against each other in the feather comforter covering him, as his chest moved up and down with his breathing. I thought now how friggin quiet does it have to be to hear feathers moving?! Quiet, I tell you.
Speaking of noise and sleep.......Summer is gone now and with it, the open windows. I miss that! We have a slight ocean view from one side of the house but it faces the quiet, mainland side of the island. The other side of the house, where our bedroom is, faces the back shore, the loud side. Nothing past the island back there til you reach Portugal. We went to bed every night listening to the crashing of waves and the roar of the ocean. One night Samson and I were lying in bed reading a book when we both realized how beautiful the night was so we took a minute to just lay there and listen with the lights off. We could hear each wave crash, the roar of the ocean beyond the crashing, we could hear the bell buoy (always reminds me of Jaws, though) and then we heard the whoing of the owl that often lives in the tree right outside the window. Man, we loved that. Samson said "I love living in this house!" (Later he wanted the window shut, afraid of the owl since they can turn their heads all the way around but that's another story.) I was feeling so grateful to be living on not just an island, but this island in particular, and I thought, I hope I always feel this way about living here.
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