Quiet is one of those things you never hear until you haven’t had it for a while. This past week, the drilling has been loud and intense, so loud, I can’t quite drown it out with noise cancelling headphones.
It’s strange to be bombarded, for hours at a time, with a sound like that. It becomes physically exhausting, as it seems that, whether you want it to or not, a portion of your brain is focused on the noise at all times. It’s like not being able to listen away from it. No matter how you try to keep your mind where it needs to be, the noise draws it back.
This morning, I got up and it was dark and gloomy, the sky and air heavy. And then it dawned on me: they wouldn’t be working on the facade today, not in this weather. I’ve never been more grateful for a rainy day.
So today I have an overabundance of what I lacked this week, today I am brimming over with silence. Well, not perfect silence, because I’m in a city after all, and a completely silent city is the stuff of sci-fi horror films. But I will make hay while the sun doesn’t shine.
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