The beat, the click of the metronome is lulling me to sleep. The music teacher’s voice is melodically talking through what’s next accompanied by my son’s trombone. They’ve improved over the months – the way they teach and learn together.
The metronome. I wonder if I’d be more productive, stay on task if I had a beat in the background as I go through my day.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the backdrop of my life – the sounds and scents. Some I barely notice. Until I do. And then it’s stuck there.
I don’t know what to make of it. It’s just something I’ve been thinking.