Yes, there is a sound to the quiet in our lives. I realize this on a daily basis since I live by myself.
When I wake up in the morning, I can hear the sounds of the house in the quiet of the morning hours. Perhaps it is because it is still dark outside that my other senses are heightened, but there is a rhythm to the quiet of the morning. The house shares its sounds as though it were trying to explain what has happened here in days gone by. There are creaks that are not supernatural, but rather comforting in knowing that this house has stories, this house has a history, and I am now part of that history. What stories of the quiet will be shared with others when I am no longer here? That will remain to be seen.
Something To Ponder