Recently I had a discussion where I mentioned how quiet the front porch was before sunrise on Sunday. It’s so quiet I can hear my ears ringing. Other days of the week there are brief moments like this, and I find myself enjoying the quietness.
Today I recognize the fact that it’s not as quiet as I think it is.
The bugs are out giving a concert. I don’t know what they are. They look like fat grasshoppers. They might be katydids. They might be some other obscure form of life. They are Texas big and make Texas noise. It doesn’t get quiet, it just supplies a natural background noise.
And as I think back before the grasshoppers started giving a concert, the local animals like to check in too. I can hear donkeys braying across the valley. Other animals make their contribution. And then the birds will join in. It’s never really all that quiet. It’s just that the quiet that I experience seems that way. It seems more natural.
Have a blessed day.
homo unius libri
Tuesday, July 2, 2024
Opus 2024-166: Dark Thoughts: The Quiet That Isn’t
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