music to my ears
The rustling of leaves, them getting crushed beneath my feet in the autumn is music to my ears.
The raindrops falling with all its might while I lie in my bed fills me with a sense of peace.
Getting to hear the birds chirping early in the morning makes me glad that I am alive.
My folks calling me, shouting at top of their lungs just to ask me whether I am home is music to my ears.
posted by ripz at 2:30 AM
3 Comments:
It's funny how people have different perceptions about the very same thing...you chose to describe as music what others would dismiss as everyday,mundane things....you seem to be a dreamer and a realist at the same time...:)
you have the best of both worlds!
-N
June 10, 2006
thnx there..
June 10, 2006
very very very profound!
August 11, 2006
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