It Is Quiet

Hi everyone

The car is already outside. The engine is being revved up and ready to go, just waiting for me, yet I am not ready. I linger, look at the plants in my small side garden, a little worrying. Do all the plants get enough water to last for the next few days? I take pride in their growth.

I take time to lock the front door, close and lock the heavy gate. Only then I would get into the car, slowly, as if testing the driver's patience.

Though I am not going far and not for many days I can't help but look back at the house as I usually do and seeing it with my mind's eyes.

Looking in from the outside the place is still and quiet. There is little activity except for the birds and squirrels and others who are there, help enliven the place.

Lizard lives in trees and bushes

The house is more a home if loud and noisy. But as the world keeps on turning so does the living keep on changing.

If you take a peek at the house you hear little talking over lunch and lesser still over dinner.

You would hear more of the motorcycle or the car engine starting, someone is always going out and who would want to talk to the walls?

At other times one is arriving as the other is going out.

And late into the night,  everybody is poring over their gadgets. Whatever are they reading?

Such is the accepted way of life nowadays and it is ok, on the surface, there is nothing to complain.

The tv is only turned on when some big sports event is on life telecast. There would be sudden cheers or growls or grumbles.Then people know there's someone at home.

The tv news, once not to be missed is now no more the source of latest information.  It's now all coming from the online news portal, read on the small mobile telephone screen while lying in bed. Life can be quite comfortable. 

And when there are things to be discussed or gossiped about, it's via the apps with somebody whoever he/she is at the other end and not with the person closest.

Living like this is alright, quite a nice arrangement because there is no interfering with each other's likes or dislikes. An unspoken agreement, you would say.

A changing life experience as the years pass and the house has become a quiet place. But quiet or not there is always a home to come back to.

Smiles to welcome me home once upon a time

Hearty laughs make a house a home

Cheers . . .

Till next entry . . . bye . . .