Sounds of the first day:
Bodhi snoring on the couch with his head buried in a blanket (deep, deep snoring)
faint keyboard playing like when the kids were in piano, but no longer are
dishwasher running after being thoroughly packed several times this Thanksgiving break
the pop of bread coming out of the toaster for Lowell to make a peanut butter toast
neighbors dog barking in the cold, snowy dark
the squeak of snow while we cross country ski on fresh, wet beautiful white snow
