Grandma sees me thrashing, “if you just watch for the breeze,” she says, “you’ll cool off and fall asleep.” She cranks up the Vanetian Blinds. I stare at the filmy white curtain, willing it to flutter. Lying still and waiting, I suddenly notice that life outside the window, the bug chorus. Neighbours, porch-sitting late, speaking in hazy words with sanded edges that soothe me.
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“Mom, did you heat that?” my seven-year-old blurts, “I think it was an owl family.”
“Probably.” I tell him, “Just keep listening!”
Without the droning air-conditioner, the house is oddly peaceful, and the unfiltered noise seems close enough to touch. I hope I’m awake tonight that the first breeze sneaks in.
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Waiting for the Breeze December 27, 2009
Grandma sees me thrashing, “if you just watch for the breeze,” she says, “you’ll cool off and fall asleep.” She cranks up the Vanetian Blinds. I stare at the filmy white curtain, willing it to flutter. Lying still and waiting, I suddenly notice that life outside the window, the bug chorus. Neighbours, porch-sitting late, speaking in hazy words with sanded edges that soothe me.
••
“Mom, did you heat that?” my seven-year-old blurts, “I think it was an owl family.”
“Probably.” I tell him, “Just keep listening!”
Without the droning air-conditioner, the house is oddly peaceful, and the unfiltered noise seems close enough to touch. I hope I’m awake tonight that the first breeze sneaks in.
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