Quiet

I love it when it's quiet. That's when I hear the best. I hear my own breath, every small sound I often forget or overlook. I'm reminded of the simple pleasures in the silence that is actually quiet loud when you really listen. You have to imagine that these are the sounds that were heard daily when people stood where they were without a cell phone in their ear or a car radio blasting. It's amazing really, the things you can discover and recover when the quietness enters your ear canals. It's like opening a window in your brain so the breeze can blow freely and freshen your every thought. Everyone could use a little quiet therapy.