When she opened the window that morning, she didn't expect it to completely change her life. It was a simple, thoughtless action, but it set in motion the events of the day. Perhaps the most unexpected part was that nothing happened. Well, nothing, except sounds.
There were the most obvious sounds, the cars driving past and the various people on the street and about town. The train whistle sounded throughout the afternoon and dogs barked from time to time. Occasionally an extra loud truck started or a motorcycle roared past. But in the left over time, there were the quiet sounds. The sound of wind shaking the leaves on her neighbors trees and the wind-chimes next door and the "cheep-cheep" of the bird on her porch would have been unnoticed, except the window was open.
The window was open and the sounds confronted the silence of her house. She dreaded to break it with the vacuum cleaner. She just listened and dreamed. Once the dishes were done, the open window called to her again. Again she had to rip herself away from it and accomplish other tasks. But she kept finding herself being pulled back to the open window and the sounds of the wind.
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