Chocolate Is Good.

So it is 11:25 - no 11:26 p.m. and I'm sitting on a book balanced on top of a flipped over mini-garbage can (my chair is currently full of laundry, hence the improv seating), doing homework but really listening to the rush of the wind outside. And I realised I love it. I really enjoy late nights and writing nonsense and just curling up in bed listening to the world. But listening to the wind, it got me thinking about the different sounds of the seasons. In Canada we are so lucky to have all four. We are so lucky to be able to hear; imagine being deaf and not hearing

1. the crunch of snow,
2. the drumming of the rain,
3. the whoosh of the wind, and
4. the waves crashing at the beach.

But those are just the sounds of the weather. Imagine not being able to hear the hustle and bustle of the city, the streams of music both good and bad, the voices of the people around you. Even the click of the keys when you type on the computer are sounds that I know I would miss for sure.

Wow I went to blog about something completely different and ended up typing this. Go figure.

But I forget what I was going to say anyways, so it doesn't really matter.

Maybe this is a clue to get back to work?