The Music of the Night
The night called to me. It drew me out of bed, away from the warmth of my blankets and the body next to me. Sleep was illusive, so instead of watching the minutes tick by, I got up. With cat-like stealth, I stole downstairs, laptop in hand. I sat on the couch in the glow of the Christmas tree lights. My dog joined me, confused by this nocturnal partnership. He lay at my feet and snored while my fingers tapped the keys. My house is rarely quiet. There are voices, live and broadcast, at all hours of the day. Little boys jump down stairs and run through small rooms, shooting and sparring through imaginary wars. Teenagers talk and yell and laugh. The noise--it rises before the sun and rarely dies before darkness envelopes us. I love it. I do. But, the silence of the night was heavenly. Creeks and moans of my old house settling were my only companions. No music floated around, save the songs dancing in my head. I put my ha...