The first thing I hear every morning is the sound of ocean waves crashing to shore. I love this sound and if I could, I'd lay in bed all day listening to it.
This morning I heard another sound. It was just as beautiful because it brought back fond memories of my childhood. It was the soothing voice of an owl whoo-whoo-whooing.
When I was little my three sisters and brother loved to sleep outside on the trampoline during the summer. We would always fight over who got to sleep on the outside, because we knew that whoever slept on the inside was always squished by morning. I don't know why my little sister ever got involved in this argument. She always lost. Maybe that's why she can sleep anywhere now. I really miss those days.
I listened to the owl for several more minutes until it flew away, but the memories warmed my heart.