April 10, 2011 § 3 Comments
I’m writing again on a lightning, thundering, and rainy evening. The tap-tap of my fingers hitting the keyboard, the drip-drop of the rain, and the clap-bang of thunder is a percussion set all on its own. The tick-tock of my yellow kitchen clock is the perfect metronome for the percussion section of the night sky orchestra.
The rhythms I hear tonight remind me of some of the students that I see for speech-language therapy at school. In comparison to their peers, they move to the beat of a different drum. This expression comes from Henry David Thoreau who wrote:
If a man loses pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured, or far away.