Being home alone, these are the things I hear:
Rosie (my Puggle) snoring on the bed in the next room.
The trill of the Red Winged Blackbird, probably out on the crabapple tree in the front waiting for her turn at the feeder.
The freezer dumping then refilling the ice cube trays.
The seesawing tick of two clocks in the living room.
The water heater firing up in the basement.
A faint wheeze each time Toby takes a breath at my feet.
The furnace humming to life before it releases its warm breath.
It isn't very often that I am home alone. Usually, the house is filled with the chatter and arguing of three teenagers or the notes of music seeping out from the crack under their doors.
I would say, however, that the things I hear today seem amplified -- louder than the life they hold on their own.
These are the things I hear.