lundona

I love silence where after sitting for a while, you can
start to pick out the Ohm of the world around. This
morning (semi-hungover) I sat..first heard the low churn of neighbours dryer, then outside, the rain running along the gutters, not pelting, just gentle, back to the room, the clock in the kitchen its hands clicking, then further away, traffic but not discernable...then each fading away as I litsened to one of them.

Back and forth till I dissapeard.