After a fairly active week, I’m now back at the cottage, and all I have is silence, solitude and simplicity. In fact, this has been an incredibly uneventful and dreary day weather wise; grey sky all of one hue, waves inaudibly lapping on the rocks, a quiet rain keeping me from a walk on the beach. Actually, it’s not any more silent than usual here in the cottage, but today it feels like my world is soundless. What comes to mind is that I am living in negative silence, that all the sound has been sucked right out of the air.
Why do I think this? Perhaps because I see no life out there, specifically, not a gull or merganser in sight. If I opened the door to venture out, I have no doubt that my ears would pop just from the sound of the gentle waves.
But it’s dark now. I think I’ll stay in and live through this eerie day. I rather like it.
Why do I think this? Perhaps because I see no life out there, specifically, not a gull or merganser in sight. If I opened the door to venture out, I have no doubt that my ears would pop just from the sound of the gentle waves.
But it’s dark now. I think I’ll stay in and live through this eerie day. I rather like it.