But just one, on his own, outside my bedroom window in the darkening evening is like music that puts me to sleep. I have to stop and be still and quiet to hear. The noisy city silents to the overture of the little green-grey insect hiding in the weedy rocks below. A simple gift of music that would be missed by me un-hushed and un-noticing. I have to pause and really listen, otherwise that little Asian Jiminy-Cricket will go un-perceived and the joy offered, lost.
I wonder if should I sway back and forth to the melody. Like the original Shall We Dance movie? Me, like the awkward, uncommunicative middle aged man, transported by minstrel and made light on his feet...and in his head. A Japanese movie with English subtitles full of culture and thinking that feels familiar, yet foreign.
Well, tonight it is too late to try to dance to his music. So I will let the curtains blow lightly over my pillow as I lay resting. I will listen to the gift of this late summer evening. Breezes that cool off the mid September day's warmth. I will fall asleep, dreaming of dancing, dreaming of things familiar and things foreign. For my heart is filled with thanks to my Creator for His little unseen, but heard, blessing that rocks me gently to sleep.
