This morning, it was quiet.
Even though I live in a large town. And right on a four-lane street.
But it was early morning on a public holiday.
I could hear the birds sing in the yard, and tell which kind was singing. The wing snap of a courting dove was really loud. I could hear the slow rumble of a ship’s diesel in harbour. I could hear the occasional car, and once, the sirens of an ambulance.
And most of all I could hear… silence.
Silence is funny. Because it exists below and beyond and within any sound. It’s so fundamental, it’s everywhere, even in screaming and noise.
But you have to look for it. Open yourself to it.
That’s easy on a quiet, beautiful morning. I love it when it is easy.
Because I love silence.