Wednesday, March 02, 2005

I can't describe how much I like the quiet.

I can feel every bone in my body unwind and melt.

I can hear the wind whistle around the building. I can hear myself chewing as I enjoy my lamb stew. I can hear the hum of the computer.

On my way home, I took refuge in the music on my MP3 player as the traffic honked and roared and several sirens went off around me. Otherwise, it would have been a pretty beautiful night (aside from the blistering wind).

I wonder if perhaps I am sick of this location. So many cars all the time. So many people.

I want the sound of snow crunching beneath my feet.
Of trees creaking.

Not the sort of sounds you get on the edge of the Don Valley Parkway.

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