For months and months I’ve been bombarded with noise. There was construction outside; there’s someone in the building I am convinced has a stack of 2x4s and a hobby of pounding row of after row of pointless nails.
But not today.
Today it is quiet. There’s barely a hum of traffic, there haven’t been any sirens at all, and the sky is a a heavy gray blanket suggesting sleep more than anything else.
After getting used to a racket that would subside only long enough to remind me how annoying it was when it started again, the silence has a different feel, a whole new texture to it. It’s almost distracting itself, that emptiness of air.
I will try to take in that silence. To bask in it. To make use of it. Soon enough, it will be noisy again, noisy enough to crowd out thoughts, to crowd out focus.
But for now, this moment is quiet and still. And I’ll take it.
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Hello silence, my old friend …
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I’ve come to talk to you again, because I guess I spoke to soon. Hammering is BACK!
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Dislike 😦
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Congratulations! This should be the perfect time for the muffler to explode.
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And, of course, shortly after I wrote that post, the hammering started again 😉
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I’m with you. Silence IS golden.
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It was so great, I have to agree.
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