Noise

There is nothing I love more than the time between 6 and 6:30 in the morning, when I sit eating my breakfast, collecting my thoughts in the unadulterated quiet. I need that time before the world gets loud.

I’m finding more and more that I don’t have the urge to fill every gap in time, to fill every soundless moment. I'm okay just being.  I crave the quiet. I long to hear the whistling and rustling of nature around me. My mind seeks to find peace in this overly congested hub of continuous noise.

I don’t know why it’s been like this lately, but I seem to be surrounded by people who must fill every second with words. Never in my life have I so struggled with the urge to turn to them, forefinger to lips, and whisper urgently “shhhh.” If I’m being brutally honest here, I feel like I’ve become a half-being, not really being present. People talk. Incessantly talk. And I just mutter “Mmm-hmm” from time to time.

I need a minute. Or a day. I need to be able to process and deal with the thoughts that have been consuming me as of late.