How do I know?
My ears ring when things get quiet.
When things are silent, my ears buzz like I've just walked out of a rock concert. Weirder is that my feet tingle too.
No where more so than at the lake. Away from traffic, planes, ambient light and city buzz. Out where you can hear a dog bark from a half mile away. Out where only a full moon can mask the immensity of the stars. Out where the buzz comes from bugs and the tingle from the nip of fresh air on your nose.
There's space here. Room...
To breathe. To run. To challenge. To listen.
To be still. To do nothing.
To pray.
There's peace here. Yes, and quiet too, but not that kind of peace. The kind that hits you like a falling snowflake when you step out of the car. A little sparkle as it lands on your nose, only this doesn't melt away. It remains. It grows. It encapsulates you. Like a warm blanket around your shoulders and a cool stream over your bare feet at the same time. Refreshing, relaxing, renewing...
My life is loud.
That's why I like it here.
