On nights alone. I hear things more clearly as my place is quiet; my children are with my Ex2.
I hear my inner self more clearly. I hear the crickets outside my window.
I hear cars faintly driving down Fair Oaks. The sounds of my land lord raising his baby. 2 1/2 years old.
I hear my chest ache from still an old marriage lost. The sounds of a child learning to talk; reminiscent of my own at such an age.
The neighbor saying good bye. Footsteps on the pavement and the ignition of a car, turning it on.
Such are my nights alone…the night after my children leave for the week to be with her and the replacement part.
This is how one finds peace. Alone.
…listening. observing…And most of all….