I'm sitting at home alone, and relishing that aloneness. It doesn't happen often. Even though Michael and I do our own things independently, there's something different about being home alone. Freedom? Total peace? I'm not sure what the difference it is, but I know it feels different to have the place alone to myself. One isn't necessarily better than the other, just different. I was more aware of sounds than I usually am. And I especially noticed two lonely sounds.
Last weekend Michael found an injured dove on our front patio. He brought it in to protect it from the hot sun and gave it water. When it cooled off, he put it back on the patio with water. It hopped around awhile, but by the next morning it was dead. Ever since then, I've noticed a mourning dove calling, and I can't help but wonder if it's mourning its mate. We hear plenty of doves here, but suddenly the sound of a dove makes me sad for that one unlucky visitor.
The other lonely sound I heard was a dog barking. I'm not sure which dog in the neighborhood, but it was a lonely bark, not a play bark, not an intruder bark, more of an "I want in: I want others" bark. I wonder what dogs expect to gain from that lonely bark.
It's quiet right now. I have about an hour of aloneness left. I'm going to go enjoy it.
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