There’s Nothing Quite Like Quiet

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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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Savoring the Flavor of Silence

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It’s an absolutely gorgeous day, and to make it all the better, it seems that they’re not doing work on the building, I suspect, because of the wind. The platform fights against its tethers where they’ve left it anchored, and the flag looks nearly ironed.

It’s probably not safe to be dangling on the side of a building today.

I’d nearly forgotten what the silence sounds like. Or the sort-of silence, I live in the city, so there’s always a background hum of traffic or helicopters, punctuated now and then with the shriek of a siren. But today’s been, so far, remarkably peaceful.

I don’t know that I’ve ever appreciated it, a long stretch of quiet. It’s something I took for granted before the sounds of hammering and drilling through concrete became so familiar, they started to fade to levels that I could almost ignore.

Sometimes it’s good to just stop and take note. Note what you hear and what you don’t hear. What it feels like to sit with a welcome silence. What it feels like to sit with a silence too empty. To know that there are as many flavors of silence as there are of ice-cream, with some every bit as delightful.

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