“WHITE NOISE AND A STILL SMALL VOICE”
AS I SIT HERE ON MY COUCH, I HEAR THE HEAT PUMP FAN RUNNING, AND THEN NOTICE THE CEILING FANS, THE ICE MAKER, AND THEN A BUCKEYE NUT FALLING ON THE TIN ROOF. I CAN EVEN HEAR THE RINGING IN MY EARS. NOW AND THEN I HEAR A LARGE TRUCK WITH JAKE BRAKES ON THE INTERSTATE, A MILE AWAY, IF THE WIND IS BLOWING FROM THE EAST. Continue reading “White Noise and A Still Small Voice”