The sound of silence

This morning I have the computer all to myself. It is 9:50 on a Monday morning, and I haven't rushed around to the local elementary school, dropped off husband at the Trax station, or even walked my daughter to the bus stop. Instead, on this first day of Spring Break, I have made muffins (lemon), and opened up all the shutters. The sunlight is pouring into the house right now, and I am watching the dust dance in its rays. I look out into the yard and see a small black bird with bright orange legs and a yellow beak. I don't know what kind of bird he is, but if he is hoping for breakfast, he is out of luck. I haven't filled the bird feeder all week, and so it is only filled with empty promises. Today I will drive, I will wash and clean, and I will settle things down and keep score. I will oversee and ensure things are underway. I will do all these things better though, because I have heard the sound of silence first.