The sound reverberates off the hills. The valley floor is stilled of action as the sun slips quietly behind the distant mountains. Unfamiliar shadows move silently among the trees.
Soon darkness will take over. Alone, once again, to face the hush that cascades over the land. No vehicles. No people. No urban light. Only the tranquil sound of nothing as the day fades.
Embracing the mind and soul completely. Moving freely to another dimension. Soothing, and left to soon wander under the stars. The moon's glow lighting the trails across the meadow.
​How loud this sound of quiet is.
Wonderful writing, Ann! I like how the hush travels and builds into a silence that is felt on many levels.
You have painted a beautiful picture of silence in words that makes it almost tangible. I particularly like "The moon's glow lighting the trails across the meadow."
Thank you, Norah. To be there when the moon does its thing is amazing.