Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Day 23: The Poetry in Sounds

            Tonight, I had the joy of listening to two of my favorite sounds.  Both distinct sounds I can recognize in an instant.
 The sound of bacon sizzling on the stovetop, bubbling and popping as it shrinks to half of its original size.
            The sound of pouring rain tapping on the roof, the drops bouncing and chasing each other down the blanket of shingles.
            These two sounds slowly faded away, each ushering two new things I love.  One involves taste and smell, the other sight and smell.
            Eating the freshly fried slices of bacon, the smell adding to the anticipation of the meat entering my mouth.
            The clouds clearing after the rain and the sun smiling down, reflecting off the wet pavement, as the air is permeated by the delightful smell of soaked dirt.
            It’s been a pleasant evening enjoying just a couple of the things God has made to make this life so incredibly amazing.

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