shhhh
As a reporter, I have conquered the skill of listening. It is my recall that needs work.
I am really into music.
I sing aloud when I am afraid.
I want to learn the piano.
But it is during silence that the most interesting sounds really come to life.
I almost had a full day of silence today. Granted it's only 3pm but I showered in silence, when I am usually accompanied by music. I drove 50 miles in complete silence. Only the conversations in my head and the rolling of the tires graced my ears. An occasional horn and of course a guest appearance from the tapping of my blackberry keypad were added to the otherwise peaceful and quiet drive.
On the way home I stopped at a thrift store to purchase some books that someone decided were no longer of any use to them. Books that can now be of new use to me. Books that I can read in my new found appreciation for silence. All I want to hear are the syllables bouncing from the right side of my brain to the left. The pages thinning as I turn the page, the bind bending as get more involved, the words whispering to me.
I made it home and began to eat in silence but the enhanced sound of me chewing was a little awkward so I gave myself a break and watched a little television before I went to my bedroom. The bedroom that holds a large television covered in dust because it is rarely ever used. The bedroom that holds a bookshelf with no books because they are all on the floor surrounding my bed. The bedroom closest to the neighbor's barking dogs that break the silence needed to sleep...
I retreat to the treat of silence whenever I can, so that I may enhance my much needed skill of listening, for it is during silence that the most interesting sounds come to life.
I am really into music.
I sing aloud when I am afraid.
I want to learn the piano.
But it is during silence that the most interesting sounds really come to life.
I almost had a full day of silence today. Granted it's only 3pm but I showered in silence, when I am usually accompanied by music. I drove 50 miles in complete silence. Only the conversations in my head and the rolling of the tires graced my ears. An occasional horn and of course a guest appearance from the tapping of my blackberry keypad were added to the otherwise peaceful and quiet drive.
On the way home I stopped at a thrift store to purchase some books that someone decided were no longer of any use to them. Books that can now be of new use to me. Books that I can read in my new found appreciation for silence. All I want to hear are the syllables bouncing from the right side of my brain to the left. The pages thinning as I turn the page, the bind bending as get more involved, the words whispering to me.
I made it home and began to eat in silence but the enhanced sound of me chewing was a little awkward so I gave myself a break and watched a little television before I went to my bedroom. The bedroom that holds a large television covered in dust because it is rarely ever used. The bedroom that holds a bookshelf with no books because they are all on the floor surrounding my bed. The bedroom closest to the neighbor's barking dogs that break the silence needed to sleep...
I retreat to the treat of silence whenever I can, so that I may enhance my much needed skill of listening, for it is during silence that the most interesting sounds come to life.
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