There is nothing quite like the quiet that comes from being alone in someone else’s house. It is not at all the same quiet as being alone in your own house. That kind of quiet is the kind that perches on your shoulder and whispers, “Isn’t there something else you should be doing?” The quiet of your own home is one that softly suggests you throw in a load of laundry, get dinner started, organize the closets, file your papers. The longer you keep company with that quiet, the noisier and more persistent it gets until you shoo it away and get on with things.
In someone else’s home, the heat is Quiet’s breath and the ticking clock it’s heartbeat. Quiet makes no demands on you here. You can wrap it around yourself like a blanket. If you could see Quiet, it would look very much like the photo in this post – shades of black and gray and white.Categories: Uncategorized · Tags: Quiet