Thursday, April 5, 2012

Veins

Yesterday afternoon, I was waiting for Elenka to return from the city. Usually in the afternoon, I have some music tuned to either a classical station(WBACH) or to WMPG the local college and their eclectic mix of Hendrix, Left Banke, Tim Buckley to hip hop. I often play it loud, till I hear her car in the driveway, but yesterday I settled for just listening to my grandparents' timepiece ticking away in the kitchen. I sat by the woodstove in silence with nothing but the clock's refrain. I was surprised how I enjoyed it. It was music!

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  1. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. I heard the clock but of the rest, nary a peep. So I laid down my head and went to sleep!

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  2. c'est vrai que c'est très apaisant, mais faut pas en abuser

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  3. how wonderful that you are able to hear the ticking of the clock in the quiet kitchen without any other distractions.

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  4. I might have to find a ticking clock. I remember how much I liked that sound and I don't hear it now.

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  5. i love that kind of 'music'. :)

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  6. It is not so easy to remain so still and silent. It is nice to imagine birdman sitting there listening to the tick-tock clock of his grandparents. . . There is a story (or many stories) there.

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    1. ... Thank you for a nice story and lovely picture:)

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  8. Thanks for your post today. I can imagine sitting quietly beside you.

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