Writing

For the past few days I have been writing a poem that started out being about New Year's Eve and now seems to be about time, music, and oranges. Funny how these things turn out sometimes -- I guess this is what I love so much about the writing process. I'm always surprised at what I end up with. Anyhow, I'm still working on the first draft, so I will share it when I think it's halfway decent.

In the meantime, I've been listening to the sounds of my house at night. The shower in my room has a leaky faucet, and the water drips in almost perfect sync with the clock in the living room right beneath it. I think that's pretty special.

That clock has the best clock sound out of any clock I've ever heard. It's true. The tick-tock sound reverberates in just the perfect way, so it's rhythm has a certain soothing quality that puts me to sleep if I sit next to it for too long. In any case, it's a relaxing sound that makes the house less quiet for me, and I'm always grateful for that when I'm alone.