Quiet
Friday, November 7, 2008
Perhaps because it has been raining. Perhaps because the trees keep losing their leaves at a rapid, unstoppable clip. Perhaps because I have allowed myself back inside a novel I have trembled about for months.
Perhaps I don't know why, but the house is a different sort of quiet.
Yesterday, running outside with my camera between rain showers, I stopped and glanced toward the kitchen, so unpeopled just then, so still. No stacks of my son's homework on the table, my mother not there with her cup of tea.
This quiet is a new quiet. I'm learning to bend it toward me, finally.
