It’s not very quite here.
There’s thunder and leaves rustling outside that window, folk music playing from a corner, someone cooking in the kitchen, and air shushing through the air vents.
There’s coffee steaming in a mug, candles flickering and static filled carpet under my sock clad feet (because noise is also visual).
There’s quite a lot of noise. But nevertheless it feels quiet.
It’s calming noise, these noises. I’ve never really thought about noise evoking quite. But these do.
It’s in this kind of quiet, when I’m very still, that I most easily remember who I am and where I’m going.
Things that are easy to forget in the midst of other noises.
I wish I didn’t forget these things so easily. But sometimes I do.
So I’m grateful for moments like this one to redirect me.
I’m grateful for this noisy quiet.