WindChimes and Dead Silence  

MischiefSprite 53F
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8/28/2006 10:09 pm

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8/29/2006 8:52 pm

WindChimes and Dead Silence

I returned to work today after being off all summer. All and all, not a bad day; it was just full of useless meetings and policy changes.

I was dedicated to the idea of getting to bed at a reasonable hour to help with an early start tomorrow. As I lay here reflecting upon the day, I heard the windchimes outside my bedroom window. It can be quite breezy in the SF Bay Area in the evenings. The sound of the chimes was helping me to relax and I was enjoying the ting, ting, tinging very much.

Suddenly, I heard a pop, pop, pop which was startling. Soon afterwards a reply of blam, then blam, even more disconcerting. I knew I had heard gunfire. This was not because the sounds were any different from car backfire, rather as a result of the sirens that quickly followed. The scream and wail of the dueling emergency vehicles were very disconcerting. Both sets of sirens seemed to stop just a few blocks away on the major road at the foot of the Mission Hills.

Dead silence. No windchimes. Had the good spirits who visited me shortly before vanished with the ear-piercing shrieks of the sirens? Had the last gust of wind been quickly sucked away like a dying breath?

No breeze. No sounds except an occasional car driving by. I began to think of who could have been involved in the gunfire and what their lives might be like. Rival gangs? A robbery? Domestic violence? Such are recurring themes in our modern lives.

Thankfully, the breeze commenced once again and the chimes began their ting, ting, tinging. I thought this series of events to be significant enough to write a blog about them. Maybe even help exorcise the feeling of sadness that overcame me.

I am grateful for my life, somewhat removed from those dangers lurking outside my window that threaten to invade my peace and reflection. I mourn for the young lives that are so often filled with violence; I sigh for the individuals who may never get to hear the simple ting, ting, ting of a windchime and be filled with the simple joy of being alive.

nedthebundler 56M/59F

8/28/2006 10:31 pm

I know what you're feeling, I just posted a blog about our day at the beach, and how one chance meeting sparked my memories of my Uncle. I used to like to listen to my child's breathing as they wind chimes.

Madness takes its toll. Exact change please!

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