Writing Challenge Feb. 3, 2017
Prompt: Sit outside for an hour and write what you hear.
It isn’t silent outside, even in this quiet suburb. There is the occasional rumble of a car passing by on the road behind the house. I stand on the back porch with our old family dog, Sassy, who doesn’t make a sound beyond her heavy breathing. Drifting through the door I can hear the commercials in-between snip-its of Sunday afternoon football. Another dog barks in the distance, and geese- returning from their winter haven- honk overheard. It is still cold, and my breath, a slow release of wind is exhaled in swirling clouds. It’s a peaceful Sunday afternoon in early February- announcing the early return of spring.