Today I've spent a quiet morning, blogging, reading, munching and having time with the three dogs. I've noticed the city sounds around me. I've been back in city environs for ten days now, but only today had it really struck me. Other times I've been busy or distracted with other things.
I'd forgotten how noisy the city really is. The garbage truck was by today, and I heard it as it wound through several close streets. Cars are whizzing by on the through-street about a block and a half away, the sounds of their tires and engines very noticeable. There are dogs barking in several nearby yards, not constantly or terribly loud, but still adding to the din. It has been a while since I have been back in the hubbub and slowed down enough to hear these things.
And I'm appreciating the peace and calm of my home in a different way today. I'm suddenly homesick for the quiet of the mountain side. No, I'll finish out my trip because there are many people yet that I want to see and hear and hug. But I will be happy to return to my nirvana when the time comes, early next month. Sometimes being away is the best way to know how much you love your home.