I’m sitting here at my computer listening to the many joyful birds outside as I wait for the sun to rise. I’ve been awake since 4 a.m. I can’t start my day until the sun is up. Or so my mind tells me. I have plenty that needs to be done, but my mind says I must wait till there is daylight. Why is that?
I am a night person by nature. Sometimes I’ve wondered if I were an Owl in another life. So why do I have trouble early morning when it’s still dark out? Owls hunt prey at this time. I have witnessed it. So guess I need to pick another animal to explain myself.
There must be something about the stillness that makes me think I need to be still as well. Everyone seems to be in their homes asleep. I’m sure that’s not completely accurate as there are so many who go to their jobs this time of day. But I hear no cars going by, no noise coming from anywhere except for the very happy song birds.
I have often thought that I would love to live in a town that never sleeps. Where I could run out for a bite to eat or groceries at any time day or night. So often I have wanted to live a life like many characters in the movies I’ve seen. Can’t sleep, so I go for a walk where streets are bustling with activity. Maybe stop in an all night diner for coffee and a burger. People in the movies always seem so happy being able to do those things in the middle of the night. I often wonder if life is really like that in large cities. It seems romantic I guess. But maybe not so much in reality.
My little town falls asleep early. Our only diner is called the Toot-n-Tell It. I don’t think they would be up for running a late night special as they turn off their grill at 9 o’clock sharp. Every place but two close at 9 o’clock. One of the two gas stations is open till 10, and the Dollar General also closes at 10 o’clock. So you better make your run with plenty of time to spare or the doors will be locked.
As the old saying goes, grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. Maybe I am just deluding myself into thinking anywhere else to live would be better. I have so much to love right where I am. But my mind is always open for anything new the good Lord might may suggest. He has certainly taken me places before that I would have never dreamed I would go. Some, not in a million years. So who knows.
It’s now 5:39 a.m. and the sun is shining enough to call it a day. I will begin my daily rituals and hope to be successful in being productive. I will fight the sunset tonight in hopes to keep it from leaving. I always fail. But with it’s departure, I know I will be less than, and I will wait anxiously for it’s return in the morning.
It’s early morning, the sun is just starting to rise, and I am listening to the birds outside my window. They are very loud, but I adore their music. Happy birds, all singing a different song, waking up together, are my favorite sound in nature.
When I hear the birds, I know that my little rural town is also waking up. I know that soon I will hear cars being warmed up in their driveways as people are preparing to rush off to work. Next, I will hear the very distinct sound of the school bus coming down our street to pick up my neighbor’s children. Throughout the day, farmers will drive their trucks, or oversized equipment, up and down my road, making a big thump as they go over the bump directly in front of my driveway. That can get pretty noisy at times, but I have grown used to it now.
The sounds I will hear on Saturdays are children playing in their yards, lawnmowers working hard, and maybe a chainsaw in the distance. A dog will bark, and now and then, a cow will moo. Traffic in the neighborhood is heaviest on Saturday as people are out taking care of things left for their weekend.
Sunday is the quietest of all days. There is usually a rush of cars through town after church. We have many churches in my small town. It has always seemed strange to me as to just how many churches we have, with it being a population of around 2100. When we first moved here 30 years ago, I joked that there was a church on every corner. But there actually was more truth to that statement. Right off hand, I can count 15 churches in my town that are open for business every Sunday.
I left my home at 8:30 p.m. last night to do a quick errand to the store before they closed at 9:00. As with most small towns, I would imagine that all the sounds change drastically after the sun goes down. I have been here many years, and to this day, it still takes me by surprise when I drive down the road after dark, and it is so eerily quiet. It was like driving in a ghost town. Not one sound came from any direction, and of course, I was the only car on the road.
I spent a good chunk of my life in a big city. That is where I learned to drive. I was pretty used to the city being awake and active around the clock. It was nothing unusual to go grocery shopping at 10 or 11 at night while my kids were home sleeping. Their daddy was with them, of course. I loved going at that time because I knew they were home safe & sound in their beds. I could take my time and have a nice drive alone. It was awesome. I have not been able to do that again since we moved away 30 years ago. I miss it. I miss being able to run to a store late at night if I needed something like medicine for a sick child. I had to learn to keep both my medicine cabinet and pantry stocked.
I’m thankful for the quiet of the early morning with just me and the neighborhood birds. It’s a peaceful, pleasant way to start my day. It’s probably the number 1 thing that I love about living in a small rural town.
I would certainly miss it if I ever moved back to a big city. And I am also thankful for the quietness of the night and the safety that I feel here. But I do miss the sounds of the city now and then.
Wherever your hometown is now, l hope you too find peaceful and pleasant sounds to start and end your days.