Petrichor (Encore)
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Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
35 min
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2 chapters
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Get more Nothing Much Happens with bonus episodes, extra long stories, and ad-free listening, all while supporting the show you love. Subscribe now. Hi, I'm Katherine Nicolai, and if you're looking for something gentle to listen to that isn't news or true crime or self-improvement, I made this for you. Stories from the Village of Nothing Much is like easy listening, but for fiction. Cozy, warm, calm stories about ordinary moments that feel a little magical. They're grounding, soothing, and quietly uplifting without being cheesy, relaxing without putting you to sleep, and just dreamy enough to remind you that there's still sweetness in everyday life. Perfect for your commute, while you're tidying up, or when you want a little escape that feels simple and good.
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Welcome to Bedtime Stories for Everyone. in which nothing much happens. You feel good, and then you fall asleep. I'm Catherine Nicolai. I write and read all the stories you hear on Nothing Much Happens. Audio engineering is by Bob Wittersheim. We are bringing you an encore episode tonight, meaning that this story originally aired at some point in the past. It could have been recorded with different equipment in a different location. And since I'm a person... And not a computer. I sometimes sound just slightly different. But the stories are always soothing and family friendly. And our wishes for you are always deep rest and sweet dreams. I have a tried and true method for quieting down your brain and easing you into sleep.
I'll tell you a bedtime story. It's simple and soothing.
And I'll tell it twice, going a little slower on the second read-through. All you have to do is listen. Let your mind follow along with the shape of the story and the sound of my voice.
And before you know it, you'll be waking up tomorrow feeling rested and ready for another day.
If you wake in the middle of the night, you could always listen again or just think back through any bits of the story that you can remember. Over time, you will create a go-to response that will make falling asleep and returning to sleep easier and easier. Our story tonight is called Petrichor, and it's a story about things getting greener as the spring rain falls.
It's also about a record player with a favorite album on the turntable, deer dozing in the grass, and making a habit of enjoying yourself. Now, turn everything off.
Slide down into your sheets and get your favorite pillow in just the right spot.
The day is over. I'll be here watching over with my voice so you can really let go.
Take a deep breath in through your nose. Let it out your mouth. Nice. One more. Breathe in. And out.
Good. Petrichor. From the window in the highest room of my house. I could look down into the gully where the river was running fast and high. It always did at this time of year.
The snow and ice melting in rivers far north of here fed it, and often it overflowed its banks and made a little pond around the roots of the maple and elm trees, where migrating ducks stopped for a float.
I could just see them if I squinted, and I imagined their feet kicking through the cold water as they groomed their feathers with their beaks. It was raining, and it had been for a day or two. And even in the dim light, you could see the landscape changing almost by the hour. Everything was turning green. There were daffodils and hostas coming up in clumps around the trees. And there was sort of an emerald sheen, like a color filter on a photograph, wherever you looked. It was buds on branches and the first blades of grass. There was a path worn through the woods, a deer trail barely a foot wide. where generations of bucks and does and fawns had walked as they crossed from one place to another. I often saw a wrangle of does clustered on a dry patch in the afternoons.
Some would sleep while others ate lazily, or just rested and gazed into the distance. I called them my ladies who lunch and looked out for them every day and felt sort of honored that they came to my yard for their R&R.
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