A cool breeze blows

I walk through the house in Lachute and I hear…

My bedroom - the old back porch - there are metal blinds.
At the window - there are wooden blinds.

In Kathi’s room, the pull up blind bangs slightly. Her door does too in a more sturdy breeze.

In the bathroom the metal blinds bang.

In the guestroom the blinds bang more quietly. They are wooden too.

In the master bedroom the light curtains move gently. The ones that are on a pulley do not move at all.

On the landing going downstairs there is no window open.

In the living room no window is open.

In the front porch the door is open and the metal blinds bang gently.

In the dining room there is no window open.

In the television room the wooden blinds are banging.

The back door is open but there is no noise there.

In the sewing room the curtains are open and a gentle breeze blows through.

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Of course no one is there in this house and the noises only live in my memory - 6 years ago now that this house is no longer part of my life.

*****

I am reminded of these noises and the house as I sit in my Ottawa living room. It is a cool day and there is a slight breeze. The curtains are gently moving.

I am reminded again of my mom who made these curtains 21 years ago.