a year of silence

4/20/14

  I thought that at this point in my year of silence, i would be dying to talk again. I assumed i would have so much to say, that the tension of restraint would have been steadily building as the months passed. But just the opposite is true.
  My silence has been a great blanket of snow that fell over night. Many people see it as an inconvenience that slows down the commute, but i love snow. It covers the broken branches, dead leaves and bits of trash from previous days. It muffles noise and makes everything coldly, quietly, beautiful.