I hear the neighborhood dogs barking at a distance. A vehicle or two, speeding by. Faint echoes barely audible in the light of day where sounds are like graffiti on walls. Colourful. Chaotic. A deep swoosh overhead signals the flight of that piece of aluminum monster.
It's interesting how silence can move one to tears. There are thoughts we refuse to entertain and the daylight brings a perfect excuse to exercise ignorance. A piece of bliss. Escape is rather evasive during moments of solitude, when thoughts flow freely and feelings are unguarded.
How can you move a step forward when you know not where to step onto?
