Monday, November 17, 2014

continuing silence


  While heat is a noisy clamor, there is quiet in the cold. Snow muffles sound, as frost grabs at exhalations of conversation. Crickets cease and windows are closed. Tightly wrapped against the cold, people go to great lengths in order not to feel it.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

continuing silence


  "...we had to get him debarked, now he screams."
  I thought she was kidding. She wasn't.
  I have been silent for 10 months. I have not had any urge to speak, until now. I want to scream.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

continuing silence


  Halloween is long past, but zombies still walk the streets. They don't look to the right or left, up or down, but stare blankly ahead. They talk loudly to someone that no one else can see.
  I have had the zombies almost bump into me on more than one occasion. They walk in front of cars, bicycles, and once i observed two of them nearly collide into each other.
  The zombie population is growing. There is no pause in the constant conversation.

Saturday, November 1, 2014

continuing silence


  It was a small park and Max, myself and the girl were the only ones in it. Max and i watched as she picked a flower and approached us. When she came close, she remarked on how beautiful Max was and asked if he was a Boxer. I let her know i don't speak but that i could hear her. The girl seemed very intrigued by this and began to ply me with questions...lots of questions.
  She told me that she was looking for God in the city, and that something had told her to come to this little park. The girl then went to pet Max, but he backed away from her touch. She had an eager look in her eyes, and asked if she could take a picture of Max and me. I declined being photographed, but motioned that she could take Max's picture.
  As she moved around, positioning herself to take an optimal photo, Max stiffened and growled. The girl mentioned that Max didn't seem to like her, so she decided to snap the photograph while standing at a safe distance. When she had gotten her picture, i smiled, waved goodbye, and Max and i went on our way.
  Max is a good dog, i don't know why he didn't like the girl. As he and i continued our walk, i began to quietly laugh to myself, remembering an old cliche i heard someplace. "Dog spelled backwards is ...".
  When people are looking for something, they will usually find it. Whether it's there, or not.