At Rest

The countryside was quiet as I went out with Max for his evening walk.

There was no wind.
None.
The moon and stars shone. Silently.
There was no droning traffic on the highway.
One jet made a roar that it seemed to be coming from years past. Then it was gone.
No tree frogs.
No birds.
No barking dogs.
No crickets.
A couple of gnats circled and banged into my flashlight.
I turned it off.
They disappeared.
The only sounds were my feet stroking through the grass,
and Max almost inaudibly sniffing the ground where a squirrel or rabbit had passed.
It seemed that the whole world was at peace for the moment.
It was not a creepy, deathly silence.
It was this little patch of earth, resting.

 

 

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