I’m realizing as my body starts to wind down that I need a small break from noise of any kind. As much as I love nature, the crickets were cricketing so loud last night that it felt like they were piercing me.
It made me think: What is the sound of no sound? Absolute silence: What does that really sound like?
I had a feeling yesterday when I looked at the sky and I saw this tuft of gray that looked like a rain cloud. But no, I thought—it won’t possibly rain. It’s still summer. Fall is fast approaching, but we still have two weeks and there is still plenty more sun to be had. Last night when I heard the first boom of thunder, I sat straight up. Then lightening. The other few times it KAAAABOOOOMMMED, I shuttered but tried to lay still. My stepfather used to tell me that when it thundered that was the sound of God pushing the devil down the stairs. I picture this big clunky devil falling on humongous stone steps on his bum. My mother yelled at him not to fill my head with that nonsense. The image stuck, and I find it a little uneasy when I hear thunder, but then again, I suppose it’s not that bad.