For just a few minutes, my house is quiet. The television is off. The music is off. The cats are sleeping. No phones ringing or buzzing for attention. The girls will soon be on the way home from school. My husband should be on his way home from work. It’s so quiet that I can hear an owl softly hooting outside. I can hear the blood rushing in my head.
“Quiet” is a very strange sound. I’m not so sure I like it.