I'm tired of noise.
Saturday a lawn mower woke me up. Yep, Saturday in suburbia. Traffic whizzing past the house. Dogs barking (my dogs bark, but it's a familiar bark. I can tell you which one it is by the sound). People making noise as they walk past. Sirens. Trash trucks. Even this house is noisy - the furnace, refrigerator, etc, all make unfamiliar noises.
And it's windy this week, very windy which means noisy. The Santa Ana winds here in California blow in blue skies, which seems strange to me now. Back home, winds like this mean thunderstorms on the back side of the cold front, with the temperature dropping many degrees and the possibility of hail, spectacular thunder and lightning, dark skies, and tornado warnings. It's been hot too, in the 80's this week.
I'm ready to go back to my quiet country life - my dogs barking in the pasture, our resident pileated woodpecker laughing wildly, goats maa-ing, the honk of our mail carrier's truck, the keening cry of a hawk in the sky, and the mournful song of coyotes at dusk. I can't wait.