Evening

The dead silence of the room is repeatedly interrupted by the endless ticking of the clock.
And then the rain, pattering against the window.
A crackle of the fireplace.
A field mouse scurrying under the door to escape the impending storm.
And finally, heavy boots stomping up the porch. A sigh of relief fills the still room. The coats drips from the hanger and the dog breathes heavily.
A peaceful, relaxing evening begins.

Journal entry #112
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