Narcissilence

There is something about city silence that comforts me more than wilderness silence. City silence is more human, more pensive, more charming, more aware of my existence. Wilderness silence, snowflakes tapping on glass, trickling water, birds, crickets, all performs so unaware of me, so unrequiring of me, as if it always has been and always will be. And there is something about a silence that involves you, seems to wait for you, that exists for your observance.