21 September 2013
The quiet woke me up.
I could hear the baby shift in his crib. And rain falling outside.
These are normal sounds, true, but they are small sounds. Tiny, really. Especially in the whirring slur of air purifiers with which we share our home.
Waking around midnight and hearing baby pajamas on bedsheets and rain striking leaves was lovely but then I wondered what was wrong.
Simple answer: no power. The electricity was out so the purifiers were off.
Later, waking for the day, we found flashlights and candles to fill the dark morning with light.
But the silence? We kept it and listened to it like a concert.