This weekend, I explored silence. Not the whole weekend, just in small doses.
Constant traffic outside my apartment. I listened to the fly test the will of my husband. I heard the sun warmed wind blow through my rose garden. Bacon sizzled. Onyx sighed. The blinds whined and crackled. Towels clacked as they chased a fly. The man cursed.
I watched the bicycles on the trapeze. The hand walking man climb up a hill of stairs. Gasps of awe while giant men ran in circles like hamsters.
The humming of an air filter.
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