There are different kinds of quiet, though. In my house, I consider it quiet with no t.v. or radio on, however there is still noise. The ceiling fans, the a/c unit, a box fan - they all have a quiet whir, but it is still a little bit of sound. It's something easily tuned out.
When the weather permits and the windows are open, my neighborhood is for the most part a quiet one. But there is still that bit of sound... the sound from the factory a half mile away that is a low hum. I know this is one of the big machines and what it makes because this is where my husband works. He laughs at me because if that machine isn't running, I will tell him about it. The factory runs 3 shifts, so that low hum is always there, with the exception of Saturday nights if the plant isn't working 6 days. Sunday is start up night and Friday is clean up night.
Yesterday I experienced a different kind of quiet. It was the kind that soothes my soul. Yes, that sounds deep and dramatic, but I really don't have any other way to describe it. It's peaceful. On my way home from the grocery store, I took a little detour and drove off onto this one lane road that has a few houses set in the woods, some of which border a lake. The silence was beautiful. No cars. No factory. Nothing but the wind in the trees, a few squirrels scampering in the leaves and up the trees, and birds chirping.
Beautiful. Just beautiful.
I've said before that I'm not a bird lover, but this peacock was so pretty I just had to take a picture of him out of the car window. He was near the woods when I was taking my little detour.
Some day I'm going to live in the woods.
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