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rushthatspeaksIf there is one thing in my life that I can't overestimate, it is the importance of peace and quiet. I don't always like peace and quiet, but I want to be able to get them when I need them, and not have them when I don't want them. It's one of the things I've always disliked about small children: you can't reason with them about noise. It's also one of the things I've always disliked about New York City. It's never completely silent; there are always sirens, cars, construction down the block.
Which is why I am so glad to be typing this entry from upstate New York, in the middle of the woods. I listen very hard, and all I can hear are the kittens skittering around (Ruth's mother calls them skittery kitteries), and Ruth turning the pages of her book, and other than that absolute dead silence. Noise when I want it-- we watched some of the Sopranos earlier this evening, and that's certainly noisy, and very well put-together and entertaining as well-- but most of what I can hear is nothing at all.
Every so often, that's a good thing to hear.
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Which is why I am so glad to be typing this entry from upstate New York, in the middle of the woods. I listen very hard, and all I can hear are the kittens skittering around (Ruth's mother calls them skittery kitteries), and Ruth turning the pages of her book, and other than that absolute dead silence. Noise when I want it-- we watched some of the Sopranos earlier this evening, and that's certainly noisy, and very well put-together and entertaining as well-- but most of what I can hear is nothing at all.
Every so often, that's a good thing to hear.
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Date: 2002-07-07 01:02 pm (UTC)As bad as the economy there is, and as downtrodden as the people in the immediate vicinity of my city are, or as stuck-up as the people at my high school were, I miss the land.
It's really the thing I don't forget. The mountains, blue at daybreak and grey-green in the afternoon rain and blue and rose again at nightfall. The crickets and the stars, when you're in a place when there's no light pollution. Better yet, the fireflies and the stars. If you're in the right place, there's no difference between the two, and there doesn't need to be one. The smell of running water and moss. The feel of the temperature dropping as you walk under a tree.
Merph.