The house is completely quiet. The children are asleep, or at least 3/4 of the way there. The husband is working on the basement computer with his headphones on. The dryer stopped a little while ago. There is a faint hum from my laptop's fan.
Just an hour ago noises were ricocheting through the house like a ping pong ball in a tile bathroom. Nora doing scales during her guitar lesson. Dominic splashing karate chops in the tub. Kachink kachunk kachink kachunk of buttons knocking against the side of the dryer. Daniel galumphing up the stairs, down the stairs. I clanged pots and pans as I worked to clean the kitchen's clutter.
As I stood & stretched my back, Nora's teacher asked her to play a new song: Amazing Grace. In addition to going over the notes, he explained the song's connection with human rights. I loved that, and knew that it would give Nora a way to feel the song on a different level than just playing the notes on the page in front of her.
She picked her way through the music, and the house seemed to respond to its simple call. It was a gentle piece of sweet magic in an otherwise busy, raucous day.
Then Dominic was ready to get out of the tub, Daniel asked for computer time, and the cogs of all the household gears started to once again grind against each other. Until now. A laptop fan. Quietly clicking keys. The closing of the day.