Comfort in the quiet
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The car outside makes a noise reminiscent of a cat choking up a furball; the wind shifts and blows a spray of garden hose delignt into my face; the day remains fresh and quiet.
Even though the peace was broken by several loud thuds, several loud screaming "fucks", and the woman down the hall who still insists that slamming is the only way to close a door.
It's been an exceedingly long time since I've felt comfortable sitting in the silence of my home. I normally have the television or radio on; the background noise bringing pseudo and illusiory company, and being noisy enough to keep me from thinking in my own mind too, too much.
Birds chirp pleasantly in the background; and not in that way they howl first thing at dawn, when they sound like they're about to starve into nonexistance. That, that I find very intrusive.
I live on a street that's relatively free of traffic. Despite the fact that there's a bus stop right below my window, I still hear very few cars during the day.
Sometimes they drive past with that dry sound so similar - at times - to the sound of wind ruffling the leaves on the trees.
Sometimes that sound is more like the wind that brushes the leaves during a rainstorm.
The only real piercing thing today, is the pain in my abdomen; but that too shall pass in due course.