The sun stretched out across the wooden floor. A scruffy, old cat curled up into a knot of fluff in the sunniest spot. The rocking chair creaked as it gently moved back and forth, back and forth. The click click click of the knitting needles filled the tiny space. Peace blanketed the room.
Outside a squirrel chittered from the treetop. He sat poised on a branch crunching a nut,
tail flicking and nose twitching. He
stopped from time to time to listen, hearing nothing he continued his breakfast.
A crow flew past cawing. Two robins chirped and one took off after the
crow. Chasing it high into the air,
looping and twisting, copying the crow’s every move. All the while sharply yeeping at the
intruder.
Further down the way, a distant car could be heard
puttering along a dirt road, bumping and chugging, kicking up dust in its
wake. The driver muttering as she
gripped the wheel tightly, struggling to keep the car on the narrow road as
every bump and hole tugged at the tires.
Miles away people are bustling down the sidewalks. Grim faces set in permanent frowns, walking crisply
towards their destinations, jostling others along the way. They only pause at crosswalks, robotically
waiting for the signal to change, then moving forward like a rushing tide. Horns honking as the cars move and jerk to a
stop, then inch forward again. Drivers
yelling out their windows and shaking their fists at everyone. The thumping, pounding, and hammering of
construction in the nearby lot.
The wind shifts, rushing out of the city and away, racing
along the clouds and dancing out across the treetops of the forest. Ruffling the grass in the yard outside the
little house and drifting in through the open window.
The gentle creaking of the rocking chair pauses for a
moment as the rose scented breeze tickles her nose. She closes her eyes for a moment. A smile slowly spreads across her face and the
creaking begins again.
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