Wednesday, February 19, 2020

A bank is being built across the street. The noise is so constant that when it stops I am surprised. Is it lunchtime? No. It is 2:30 in the afternoon.  I don't know what caused this silence but I am grateful for it. I can hear the keyboard I am typing on, the hum of the house, an occasional bird. All this has been drowned for hours each day for months.