Sunday, October 25, 2009


Last night I woke up around 3:00 a.m., as I do most nights. I lay in the dark and listened.

It was quiet. Very quiet. Spooky quiet.

None of the usual noise of cars, and lawnmowers, and leaf blowers, and voices on cell phones, and barking dogs and screaming children.

There wasn't even the rustle of the trees or the bird's chirping or even the night crickets.

It was just quiet and dark.

Not like library quiet. There you have the chair scraping on the marble floors or the carts rolling booking back to the stacks or the occasional sneeze followed by the stern stare of the librarian looking over her glasses.

It was just quiet. Not a sound.

Only the beat of the heart and the whistle of air breathing breaking the silence.

I'm not use to this. For 30 years there has been a constant noise in this house, but is quiet.

I'll get acquainted with this peaceful lack of sound and will cherish it.

1 comment:

Art said...

this is why I am awake at this time every day. My time, coffee time, only the taps of the keyboard time.