Sleep finished, tinnitus is still there, there are fewer ugly dreams with the mask, less fear of choking, fewer dreams of helplessness when in adverse situations, dreams of panic and paralysis are gone. It is a helpful gadget, but it will not make you fall asleep. It will stop sleep being stolen by ugly dreams.
The sky is covered in rain clouds, the wet ground outside confirms that it rained in the night. It being Sunday there is silent outside but for the calls of the children in the house opposite, and the sound of the bells, telling out the time. They will ring out for services later.
The sound of jets flying past behind the clouds, and otherwise periods of utter silence. No car engines and none of their attendant rumbling road noises, just children playing in the distance.
They are up early as well. It is good to hear them.
The son and the wife are asleep, late night television has taken it´s toll.
Cold coffee and toast, the noise of grinders would be pointless. There are no coffee beans, tomorrow it will be possible to get them afresh. So cold coffee from old beans. A step away from the luxury to which we have become accustomed.
hissel wistle, like a radio, white noise in the head. Damage from the past, disturbing.
It is drizzling light rain outside now, water in moderation for crops that would have needed abundance some weeks ago. It is enough to wet the roads and to keep the people indoors for now. And now the sound, pattering and spattering.
The peace is broken by a passing car.
It passes.
The little noises of the rain and the children have their chance again.
noiseties niceties.
and this morning is peaceful, quiet.
A person in a black raincoat and carrying a white umbrella and wearing white shoes goes around the corner by the church. Just a striding figure in the distance.
In the rainy glaring light, which dazzles from all sides, scattered soft light of the sun which is hidden somewhere up there.
The sky is covered in rain clouds, the wet ground outside confirms that it rained in the night. It being Sunday there is silent outside but for the calls of the children in the house opposite, and the sound of the bells, telling out the time. They will ring out for services later.
The sound of jets flying past behind the clouds, and otherwise periods of utter silence. No car engines and none of their attendant rumbling road noises, just children playing in the distance.
They are up early as well. It is good to hear them.
The son and the wife are asleep, late night television has taken it´s toll.
Cold coffee and toast, the noise of grinders would be pointless. There are no coffee beans, tomorrow it will be possible to get them afresh. So cold coffee from old beans. A step away from the luxury to which we have become accustomed.
hissel wistle, like a radio, white noise in the head. Damage from the past, disturbing.
It is drizzling light rain outside now, water in moderation for crops that would have needed abundance some weeks ago. It is enough to wet the roads and to keep the people indoors for now. And now the sound, pattering and spattering.
The peace is broken by a passing car.
It passes.
The little noises of the rain and the children have their chance again.
noiseties niceties.
and this morning is peaceful, quiet.
A person in a black raincoat and carrying a white umbrella and wearing white shoes goes around the corner by the church. Just a striding figure in the distance.
In the rainy glaring light, which dazzles from all sides, scattered soft light of the sun which is hidden somewhere up there.
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