Complete and utter silence.
There's only the sound of the wind outside the windows. Faint yet comforting. It blows softly. Long soft blows.
There's a train. Somewhere in the distance. Not too far away. Approaching. The sound growing louder and heavier. Yet steady and rhythmic. A train on the tracks. Galloping.
And then there's silence again.
I can hear the air as I breathe it in and out through my nose. The sound of oxygen entering my body. The sound of life. Each breath not quite the same as the one before.
I sit in awe of the silence.
When was the last timeI listened to my breath?
Another train. Rhythmically galloping on the tracks.
It would seem almost obscene if one were to interfere with the silence. A loud gesture would be vulgar.
I can think in this space.
For a long time, I just am. There is no past or no future. Only the present.
This is now.
This is me.
I am with me. And only me.
A high pitched alert obtrudes the silence. Forcing its way through the still room. Cutting through it like a knife. Clumsily. Heavy handed. A message on my phone.
In a jerk, I've been brought back to the noise. And in the same instance, I feel my heart longing for the silence again.