Thursday, July 2, 2015


Crickets. The old saying always references the sound of crickets in silence. To me, it's strange since the presence of sound in the absence of another sound does not cancel each other, but ok, I'll play along.

Rarely are moments when pure quiet, tranquility, serenity can be found. It's a mental capability at this point in our technological world since the only truly quiet places on Earth are in Antarctica.

My desire to breathe in a moment of pure peace and quiet is wracked by the anxiety of never regaining it again once I have discovered how tumultuous my surroundings are.

I will breathe and I will breathe again.

The quiet cannot come soon enough.