In the silence of our home, void of electricity, there is a soft hush.
The clock counts the seconds steadily with a tick, tick, tick.
The sounds of a battle at the Alamo is being played out on the kitchen counter. Artillery is launched in soft explosions and instructions are whispered to the troops.
At my feet spills a basketful of dollies, their accessories, and odds and ends. My daughter snuggles up to my legs and whispers to her babies of plans for the day and words of endearment.
It seems the powerless hush has settled upon them.
It’s a reprieve from the usual noise that fills our home.
Dryer tumbling, feet running, words flowing, washer whiring, music murmuring.
Our home void of an excess of noise.
And when the stove beeps letting us know our power has been restored. My daughter says, “AWWWW. Why did the power have to come back on. I was having fun!”
Thankfully it did come back on many around us have been without power since Sunday.
But, the silence, for an afternoon was appreciated by us for its uniqueness and it calming hush!
***Written on an afternoon spent in a powerless hush!***