:: 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.
