The moments are rare when I hear the sounds of community sharing this building we call home.
A car door closing.
A baby crying.
Water whooshing through pipes in different patterns.
Pots and pans clattering.
These sounds, audible everyday, are usually filtered out of my perception in the rush of activity.
More often, I hear the sounds within our little space.
The tick-tock, tick-tock of the clock.
A heavy sigh.
The flip of pages.
The clack of fingers on a keyboard.
Footsteps on thin carpet.
Pencils scratching on paper.
Still, even with these sounds happening right beside me, I frequently miss them. My focus fragmented by the fleetingly urgent.
So many giggles and smiles, opportunities and moments slip by in the rush.
I want to remember to pause and listen. To linger in these moments that escape so quickly. To be more consistently aware that my little world is in fact part of a larger community and that these sounds of life are fleeting blessings.