“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.”
~ Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth
Yesterday I stood on a country road and breathed deeply of the silence. It filled a part of me that was too close to empty and allowed me to loosen my grip on some grief I’ve been wrestling with. I snapped a few photos but none of them captured the magic I was feeling. Later, dinner out and a lecture about the history of photography in the area. A near-perfect day that helped me to refocus.