Quiet.
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.
5 comments:
lovely ginny. so perfect and well written.
Ahh...yesssss.
But I do hope those exquisite songs composed by you will be sung many times in the future. :)
Mmmm. Silence can be wonderful. Funny, I've just re-discovered the beauty of tree-climbing - at 12am last night. :) Your description is beautifully written.
I think I need a treehouse... :)
Or at least some place of silence. Silence is beautiful, just as you so wonderfully described.
Mmm, it is good to be still.
Love the image you created with your words.
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