I managed to make an escape on Sunday afternoon for a quiet walk all alone. I wandered for a while, through the old cemetery near my apartment and out the other side. I walked up the side of a large hill that I can usually see from my living room window, following the zig-zag of the path through the trees and past a small stream. It was so beautifully quiet up there, all I could hear was the stream trickling slowly past me, the birds in the trees and the sharp crunch of leaves underfoot.
Sometimes it’s refreshing to have some quiet.