Dead quiet in the cabin, except the sound of steady rain on the tin roof. ❤️
I've turned all the lights out, sitting here listening.
There's also an oak tree dropping acorns on the roof from time to time, especially when it's windy. Sounds like a gunshot and startles me. I'll get used to it. 🤷
The neighbor's carport was a few feet away from my window in the other place. Acorns fell on the metal roof, so I'm familiar with the sound.
It's late here and I'm still awake, so I'm going to use this thought to try and get to sleep.
I find the sound of rain on a roof or in a tent is surprisingly relaxing. I guess it's the feeling of protection from the elements, the outside world, in your little bubble. Cozy.
Cozy. Exactly. G'night. x