Dance of Days
Due to my previous entry about the noises I was hearing on my walk to my car after work I figured I’d actually put up the piece I wrote a few years ago about a great silence I experienced for a short period.

I stepped outside onto the walk and began down the street. Something struck me as very odd when I walked out into this spring night. It was silence. Maybe it was the lack of wind or the light mist which filled the night air. Possibly both were responsible. That need not be a concern though. The main thing I focused on was the silence. I stopped dead in my stride and just listened, to nothing. It left me in awe. This silence took me by suprise. It made me feel good. The silence was not that of a vaccum but it was devoid of any resonant sound. Background noise. The mist in the air and lack of wind muffled any resonant sound into a peaceful white noise. It was a cushion of silence. From this realization I began to walk again down the street. On through the silence I had urges to speak aloud because of the great awe I felt from my situation. I did not, I kept a silent admiration of my situation. I could not break this beautiful silence. It made me look into the void and see how safe it could be. In this silence I could almost look into my own soul. I got to my car and stood in front of it realizing what I must do. I had to break the silence. Not just because I needed to get home but because these types of things can only last a short time and it is better that I broke the silence myself, instead of anything or anyone else. I sit in the driver’s seat of my car and pay my last respects to that comfortable void. I turn the key, the fuel injects into my engine and a combustion of gasoline brings my car to life. Breaking the silence and bringing me back.