Silent silence
Silence silence, palpable, physical, pushing into my every pore fine tendrils of cool air whisper around my fingers listen, soft droplets of rain catch the window above, next to me pigeons call to each other on the roof, chattering of squirrels on the bird feeder outside, the disgust evident in their voices, each protecting their territory birds - tits, magpies, pigeons, doves, starlings and crows all fight silently for the scraps but its a calm silence hardly broken by the artificial distant sounds of tractors on fields planted with beets, barley and wheat cut through but then the silence returns, only broken by the tap of the keys then that stops