Sitting alone in the foreign silence with only thoughts to occupy the early morning dusk. A few spurts of laughter and shouting will burst through the air only to return once again to this strange silence. The snow that has been so freshly placed upon the ground awaits the coming day as it will find its purpose through the joy of people who make their mark upon it. Until then, it sits in silence.
Staring into a face in a mirror wondering what the future holds. Wondering why the past has happened the way it has and wishing, but not entirely convinced of the possibility to be the change in the world. Wishing for cures for every type of illness...cancer, depression, broken hearts.
The silence lingers. It is as if it is almost suffocating all it encompasses, but at the same time acts as a source of peace and rest...calming anxieties, yet cohesively prefacing a mighty storm. What is the calm before the storm? I imagine it to feel quite a bit like this very moment.
Silence.
Silence.
