It was that time

before dawn when the world is still. The air curling in from the window carried coolness and moisture. All the possibilities or none are present in this moment frozen outside time. Too early to rise; too late to return to sleep.

No sounds of trains, traffic or EBMUD to disturb my thoughts. Not even a bird singing, deer rustling or dog barking to make its presence known. No electronics, just quiet.

Anything more would not add to those lovely couple of hours.

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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11 Responses to It was that time

  1. Alison says:

    Beautiful. Thank you.

  2. Mary says:

    I used to work nights, and on my nights off, it was so peaceful. No one was up and around, it felt as if the quiet was a gift.

  3. Brad says:


  4. Vicki says:

    You painted a picture perfect scene of tranquility- thank you, I enjoyed the painting.

  5. Donna says:

    Understood and shared! I love my morning “quiet time”

  6. Terry says:

    Hope you are doing okay – you’re in my thoughts

  7. Christiane says:

    I didn’t know you are not only a writer, you are a Poet, too !

  8. Chere says:

    Mmmm- my favorite time.

    • Holly Doyne says:

      Isn’t it amazing how many people don’t like the quiet? Immediately turning on people noise (TV, radio etc) rather than listening to nature or distant sounds

  9. Bill says:

    I most hardely agree,

  10. Pat says:

    I often write my poems in that kind of silence. Thank you.

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