Friday, March 30, 2012


Characteristics of a quiet not often experienced by those who live in our culture:

Hearing the wind.
Knowing what song is playing in your head, and why.
Rocking chairs.
Seeing stars.
Feeling the tread wear off of shoes that scuffle unhurriedly across black pavement.
Listening to breath pass by.
Crickets chirping.
Water in pipes.
Knowing what I'm thinking.
Realizing my throat is dry.
Remembering that being solitary is not the same as being alone.
I am never alone.

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