Strange Thing I Really Like

Lying in bed with Ezra, waiting for his afternoon nap to deepen enough for me to get up, looking at the leaves blow on the treetop across the street, and hearing a siren through the open window.

It's happened three times in the past two days. I don't know why I like it so much except that maybe it's the contrast between the action out there and the peace and warmth and stillness in here.