Quietude…

Quietude…

“Quiet” takes on a different meaning in this city. Lying in bed after waking up this Saturday morning I genuinely thought to myself, “It’s so lovely and quiet! Besides the plane flying overhead and the train trundling past half a block away and the occasional woop woop of a siren there are almost no human noises. At the moment I cannot hear a single human voice. It’s soooooo quiet!”

And I meant it and felt very peaceful.

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