I’ve gone silent. It’s not that I’ve had nothing to say, just that there seems to be little time to say it. Maybe that’s a lie. Maybe it’s not a lie.
As I get older, I find that it’s more and more difficult to find times of silence. Even when everything seems to be silent, there is a dull hum that often times sounds like a roar. The heat runs. The heat stops running. A plane flies over head. A car goes by. Mr. Grey cries out in the middle of the night.
Last week we went to visit my wife’s family in Charlotte, NC. I don’t think I can count a minute of silence on the whole trip.
I want to find a place where I cannot hear any man made sounds. Can you tell me where that is?