Listening to the Quiet
I am at our NY home this morning listening to the quiet and smoking my Gettysburg pipe with some Davidoff Danish Mixture. I can hear the chickens next door but it’s mostly birds and the wind whispering through the trees. It is so peaceful here. But according to my wife we are too isolated here. But I love coming out to the deck, smoke my pipe, and listen to the quiet.
On a busy day about ten cars pass by our house on the road out front. I can literally hear myself think. There might be too many bugs here, but most days I don’t notice. The deer ramble through our yard most mornings and evenings. But I love when the breeze gently whispers to the trees.
I’ve gone thought to sitting on the deck writing a book, but most days I just like to sit in the quiet and listen. I don’t always see the deer, but some days I can hear them rustling the underbrush. I know they are there watching my every move. They are as curious about me as I am of them. Sometimes I’ll photograph them, as I have many photos of deer. I’m not an outdoorsman by any stretch of the imagination.
I’m a city slicker invading the quiet. But I like it here. I just sit smoking my pipe and enjoying the quiet. My coffee this morning is Blue Bottle. Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.
Dave
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