Intersection of Our World
Our office sits at one corner of a right triangle. Gabriel's room is to my right; Hannah's, directly behind me. This is the intersection of our world.
As I type, I hear an orchestra rising from Hannah's room: bow strings sing over the humidifier, helping sooth her kicks & starts back under the covers. Gabriel's room glows with the blue light of his XM radio. XM Kids, even in volume, helps him rest, knowing a virtual companion is close by.
Down the hall, Janette sleeps off the early morning nursing shift. Four heartbeats and the click-clack of typing: a triangle and a parallel line at the intersection of our world.
-- Dad
Comments
That's really beautiful.
Posted by: therapydoc | November 18, 2007 04:50 AM
Don't you just love the peace in the morning before the chaos begins?
Of course my daughter gets up at 6:30am...
Posted by: Coma Girl | November 18, 2007 10:39 AM
Now that's cosmic funk!
Posted by: Terry at Counting Sheep | November 18, 2007 05:19 PM
I *do* love that quiet time in the morning. Give me a cup of coffee, a newspaper, and sleeping kids, and I'm all good.
Posted by: Rob at Kintropy | November 18, 2007 08:24 PM
Wow, that's the neatest description of a physical/metaphysical space!
Posted by: Jennifer in OR | November 19, 2007 08:17 PM