Saturday, September 26, 2009

Beautiful Night.

So I survived my Saturday alone with the boys. It was difficult, but mostly from about 3 p.m. until bed time. Now I am sitting on my bed in my newly cleaned (mostly) room, savoring the sound and the feeling of the fresh wind coming through our windows. I love this time of year. I love the crisp air and the sound of geese flying over at night. Within reason, of course. Mike's Aunt and Uncle live in the big city and their back yard extends out to a miniature lake where the geese congregate. They told us the sound was unbearable and I could not bring myself to believe it until darkness fell and I experienced it for myself. There were literally thousands of geese and the sound was nearly deafening. Anyway, it is not like that here. Just the odd flock goes over once in a while. It reminds me of my university days. In the city, you can see them flying at night because the city lights reflect off their underbellies. I always found it therapeutic when I was lonely in my apartment and I would step out onto the balcony and breathe in the cold fresh air, and gazing into the night sky I would see a flock of geese go over. I always ran out onto the balcony when I heard them honking, just to see whether I could spot them. Soon, autumn will hit full force and the leaves will all disappear before we know it. I don't like that part of fall. It has been so warm this year that the leaves haven't really changed color yet. I hope we will get to enjoy them for a while once they do. I'm afraid they'll change and disappear in a matter of days because it is happening so late. This would be a perfect night for star-gazing on the trampoline, or for a bonfire. Sometimes I wish I could freeze time.

Anyway, I am just babbling here because I am loving this wind so much. It feels incredibly peaceful to me, and I don't have that many moments of peace in this house these days. Ah. And even as I typed that, Micah started crying. I better get ready for bed. I hope it won't get too cold in here for Micah tonight. I have read in more than one place now that the ideal temperature for a baby's room at night is 17 degrees celsius. Shocking, right? I don't doubt it though, because Micah is in a sweat every night when I un-swaddle him to change his diaper. Maybe if it were colder in here he would feel just right.

1 comment:

lululu said...

i heard you!
after hving my baby, i've realized how precious it is to have one quiet beautiful nite for myself!