I love silence. I love stillness. Invariably, I go outside and climb up the ladder to the tree platform that has recently made a home in our front yard, just to get away from the noise and ache and strain of living on the ground. There is something so poignantly relieving about escaping to a little sanctuary three metres above humanity. I lie up there, quiet. Maybe I read, maybe I write speeches that will never be spoken, or compose exquisite songs that voices will never sing. Or maybe I stay, speechless, thoughtful, soundless, listening; for a moment; for an hour; for an entire day...Life goes on without me and I am content to let it.