I’ve been craving a bit of silence.
Is there such a thing as sound fatigue? A resounding societal din I’m no longer able to tolerate?
Last week I sat outside after dark. It was cold and raining. Rainfall, I thought. A sound to soothe the dissonance. A remedy.
Maybe peace on earth begins with a little bit of quiet.
One second of silence between drops of rain. Or an overnight swaddling of snowfall. Or the soundless caress of candlelight.
Deep, restorative, necessary.