The world is not quiet. Even on a day when nothing much is happening,
like today, I can hear the clock ticking, and birds singing, and down the
street that kid playing with his model airplane yet again, and the air conditioning
kicking in, and my cat’s stomach rumbling.
But
sometimes, when I’m not paying such close attention, all that fades into the
background and the silence wraps around me like a blanket knitted by a
friend. Time doesn’t stop, of course—it
never does—but it stops glaring at me for a little while. And I sink into the silence and rest in the
absolute peace of it.
Sometimes,
silence grates, like a noise that won’t stop, making me need to get out, to do
something, to fill it with words or music or nonsense. But sometimes silence is exactly what I need,
and at those times it is more beautiful than music.
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