Sound and Peace

If it were not for the singing of the child and the turning wheels of her skateboard - the wind from the West, blowing through the palm trees outside my house. Would be the only noise disturbing the quiet.

       Imposing upon the ever-increasing din is the distant motorway - taking vehicles North to the Mount, and South to Te Puke. 

    Imposing upon the ever-increasing din is the Kiwi-rail log train taking logs North to the Mount, and East by the sea.

       Sitting by my window - although it’s double glazed, still allows the sounds of cars, and the barking of the small white dog, three houses away - ignoring it's owner and neighbours - including me.

       Imposing upon the ever increasing din inside my head, and inside my house, is the continuing humming of the heat transfer system in the ceiling - turning off and on - when one less expects.     

    Imposing upon the ever increasing din, the explosion of sound from the television in the lounge and the expression of the insect deterrent - on the top of the display cabinet, when one less expects - and causes one to say shit. 

       Sitting in front of the television, alone or with family - the quietness inside my head is disturbed by idle chat, and the quietness inside my mind, is excited by interesting conversation and information – that’s shared by others.

   Therefore (it must be said) silence is more, than what I can store - in my head.