Sleepless Night Musings
It is two o’clock in the morning. I cannot go to sleep. My injured knee throbs as I limp my way around the bedroom. It is raining. The rain gently hits the roof of the house, creating a gentle and comforting music. It is so comforting in that gentle state.
On the street below, a lone car hurries off on its way home. Perhaps the driver is tired and yearns for the moment he can climb into his bed. The car’s tires make a swooshing sound as they drive through the rainy puddles. I used to wonder what the world was like without music, then I realized there always was music! There always were birds to sing joyfully in the trees, there always was the sound of the breeze sweeping across the wide-open spaces before man greedily began to claim everything as his own and not considering that the Almighty created this beautiful world for all His creatures, not only for mankind. There are always animals that with their sounds created music. Our greed and cruelty saddens me. I sit in my steadfast armchair and contemplate. As I do, I listen to the music of this rainy slumbering night. My eyes struggle to stay open. “Sleep, sleep,” they whisper. Finally, I succumb. I wearily struggle out of the armchair and get into bed. I fall asleep immediately.
When I wake up, the skies were grey. The sun lost its battle against the dreary skies. I stretch my arm and switch on the radio. Classical music floats throughout the room. I smile in contentment, close my eyes, and doze off into sleep once more. The music follows me into my sleep. I float through it in a dreamlike trance. My father endowed me with many gifts, but the ones that give the most pleasure are the arts. Music, literature, and art are the icing on the cake of my life. How empty my life would be without them.
My knee is in too much pain, but time marches on, and there are chores to be done. I am reluctant to do them. I go back to my armchair and lean back. What chores do I have; to prepare my meals? For what? For whom? A cup of tea, a piece of bread and cheese will suffice for me. With that in mind, I close my eyes and allow the music to flow through my being. They are playing Greensleeves now, a tune that holds fond memories for me. Queen Elizabeth Il sadly passed away. In her memory they next played “God Save the Queen,” or is it “God Save the King,” in honor of the new king, Charles II? Whichever it was, it is a beautiful gesture.
I wish you all a pleasant day. By the way, I have opted to dawdle my day away, instead of doing household chores. On a grey day like this, it’s the pleasant thing to do, don’t you think?