someplace else

This morning I woke to the sound of rain on the tin roof. This sound must have been with me all night as I remember listening to the rain last night before I went to sleep. It’s funny how something as simple as a sound can take you completely away from where you are. In my cozy, dozey, waking up phase this morning I was convinced I was at home at my parents’ place in the country. Despite the intrusion of trams, buses and street lights outside my window, the gentle sound of the rain made me feel like I was somewhere else. What a rude shock it was to realise that I had to get up and go to work!