No pictures today, because this post is on sounds–night sounds specifically. I remember years ago visiting my sister in NY city. She lived smack dab in the middle of the city and it is noisy there. All night long I would hear sirens and I would get up and look out the window to see what was happening. The next morning when I shared all that I had seen, she said “oh I didn’t even hear them.” I could not believe my ears! Maybe she was going deaf, maybe she had some illness that knocked her into a coma like state when she slept. I mean how could you not hear that!? She said she was “used to it.” For her it was just the sounds of the night.
Hummmm…I recall living near a train track years ago and at first the train whistle at 2 a.m. would wake me up and I would complain about it. It did not take long though for me to “get used to it.” My mom and dad would visit and my mom would say “how can you sleep with that train going all night?” And I would say, I did not really hear it; I guess I was “used to it.”
I would go away and sleep elsewhere and I would miss it. That had become the night sound that I could count on; it told me all was right with the world out there in the darkness.
Now we live on a State Road. Our house is set way back, but we can see the traffic and hear the traffic when it passes. The road is a byway for cars, trucks, tractors, and motorcycles when the weather permits. I love sitting on the porch watching them all pass by. I imagine that they all envy me for living here in the openness of BSA. They probably don’t even notice me or the house, but in my imagination they do. 🙂
Last night while sleeping, I turned over and as I was in that in between state, I heard a truck go by. I realized I was snuggled down and smiling to that sound. That sound tells me so much. In the winter the lack of that sound all night tells me it is icy outside and impassible. Last night in the quietness, that little hum of the passerby truck, told me all was well. I love the hum that I hear while sleeping here. It is my lullaby and eases me back to sleep when I turn over to fluff the pillow or pull up the blankets. Some folks that visit think that is disturbing. I just say that I don’t really notice it; I guess I am “used to it.”
What is your favorite night sound?