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The House of DreamsText & Images
© McDonnell 1998-2003
The house is surrounded by trees and water; like a
dream, it can never be captured, but is always remembered.
Close
your eyes and listen. Sounds evoke memories. The frog's chorus
at night, crickets chirping, cicadians singsong in the summer
heat, geese squawking as they pass in ragged formations, the
wind rustling the leaves, snow cracking underfoot, rain falling
rhythmically on a zinc roof, birds chirping in the early morning
mist. The sounds of people can be heard as well; cries of joy,
of pain, of anger, of laughter fill the air, people talking to
and about each other. The buzz of bees, the buzz of a lawn mower,
water splashing in the pool by children playing; the sounds of
summer. Snow flakes softly falling in a loud silence, boots crunching
fallen leaves, boots squishing newly fallen snow, frozen rain
drumming on the roof, a hearth fire crackling brightly: winter
sounds. The house is filled with joy and laughter.
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