I have just clicked on the link, this is a great backdrop to write to :)
As I get older, I know of the hours spent listening to sounds that remind me of my mortality. Many of these are audible to others, whereas, the ones from yesterdays conversations bounce around on a constant rewind that is just for me. It is during the quiet that I can hear them, see them and, if I am lucky, feel them.
You have penned a beautiful piece, the alliteration is sublime and coated me with acacia. The thought of siting up, waiting for him with open eyes felt wholesome. Surely, when we know we have lived we can be prepared to move on to the next with our eyes smiling.