... gone to graveyards every one. When will they ever learn
I havent heard this kind of silence for a while. As I walk the empty streets there is no sound except my boots hitting the pavement and my breath as it floats in clouds of moisture into the cold mid winter air. The only other time I can recall this silence, the kind that almost seems to suck sound from the air, was sitting atop Mount Madison in New Hampshire. Nothing but you, the rock and the sky up there, clouds float barely overhead, when you speak your voice seems to vanish into nothing. I scream at the top of my lungs just to hear the sound in contrast to the silence. To think, not too long ago there was no such thing as silence here. In center city even at two oclock in the morning there was noise, street cleaners, bums, trains, there was always something to break through the cold winter air. Not anymore, just emptiness and quiet.
I havent heard this kind of silence for a while. As I walk the empty streets there is no sound except my boots hitting the pavement and my breath as it floats in clouds of moisture into the cold mid winter air. The only other time I can recall this silence, the kind that almost seems to suck sound from the air, was sitting atop Mount Madison in New Hampshire. Nothing but you, the rock and the sky up there, clouds float barely overhead, when you speak your voice seems to vanish into nothing. I scream at the top of my lungs just to hear the sound in contrast to the silence. To think, not too long ago there was no such thing as silence here. In center city even at two oclock in the morning there was noise, street cleaners, bums, trains, there was always something to break through the cold winter air. Not anymore, just emptiness and quiet.