Summer Most Heat Moon
Quiet. Again. No big city noises. No fireworks. Just silence.
There is a time for talking and a time for not-talking. There is a time for being with and a time for being apart. There is a time for light and a time for dark.
I find solace in these evening hours, out here on the urban fringe. But on reflection the solace comes in its contrast to the also important activity of the day. If life were all quiet, all solace, then it would be indistinguishable from a cloistered cell and I chose long ago to live in the world, not apart from it.
So I am glad for the dark and I am glad for the light. I am glad for being apart and I’m glad for being with. I am glad for not-talking and I am glad for talking.
