All I can see is the black of my eyelids.. I lay in bed, sleep not far away. Out my open windows I hear the rustle of leaves sweeping the sand. The soft chatter of my neighbors is unintelligible both from the distance as well as the rolling sounds of an unknown language. Gates screech and clink, bidding adeu to the day. In the distance a bird squawks, once again challenging you to identify its species.
An old car complains as its owner attempts to waken it from its slumber. The jingle of reigns from a donkey carts mingles with the coughing pickup. Ting, ting, ting. The rain dances lightly on the tin roof, promising new growth on the morn. Goats cry to each other, wishing all a good night. And there it is, the sound of youth, returning from rest, welcoming the new year with eagerness and exhilaration.
I am home. A singular sigh escapes. Muscles relax and I drift away to the symphony of home.