The silence with no one around feels great. Being alone now after a day of meeting friends, a few old and most new, is so welcoming. The silence, with absence of any music (which is very unusual for and of me) feels therapeutic. The mental noise of unnecessary comparisons and insecurities raised by those has calmed down now because of the mental exhaustion. It now led to some kind of apathetic peace. The silence created by abstaining from talking to a friend to vent out my frustrations and complaints feels so right. A need to listen to a song had crept in. It's a loud song that I felt needed to listen to at a particularly low volume. I listened to it and now am done. The silence continues as an enabler of the regular minute sounds, the continuous movement of the fake gears of my electronic clock, the occasional bird chirps, the sound of the key placed in the lock and the mechanical click & opening of the door and of course the sound the pen makes as it scrapes against the paper as I write. It's also a silence created by having to think about just what I want to write and nothing else.
