Freewrite: March 16, 2011

Silence... can be deafening. It can feel different in different situations. The silence between a mother and her teenage daughter after they fight- you can feel the anger in the air. The silence when a father is looking at his newborn baby boy and imagining all the things they will do together as he gets older- the silence is love. The silence of an old man sitting teary-eyed under a bridge after losing everything he had- it makes you think and wonder how he got there. The silence of a little boy staring up at an adult- the silence is discovery. Silence can feel so many different ways. It's crazy. I guess a lot of things can be felt in silence- such as anger, love, wonder, discovery, etc. I've never thought of it that way before. I hate silence. It makes me think too much about whatever is currently happening in my life- and it's usually not the good parts I'm thinking about. Silence doesn't have to mean perfectly quiet either. When I'm at work at SportClips, eventually the sounds of the games on the TVs fade to the background, and it becomes "silent." The TVs just become a natural part of the room- something I barely hear anymore. I'm sure in other places that it feels like that, too- silence that isn't perfectly quiet, but is still silence- sort of, anyways.

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