The world is loud. Myriads of instruments are heralding the onset of a national long weekend holiday.
I go in search of a quiet space.
Beneath the surface, I glimpse a distant place of refuge. Almost immediately, the external fanfare transforms into a rhapsody of light. Punctuated by discordant sounds of internal activity – the semitones of restless winds, the double-stopping of tensioned strings, the choir of imaginary voices.
As I venture deeper, all sounds begin to fade. Tension dissipates. Boundaries dissolve. The conductor has relaxed his baton. Here I can float in waves of silence.
I have discovered a quiet space! A secret haven of peace. A homecoming for my heart and mind.
This is a place I will strive to return to.
Again and again.
Until it becomes my everlasting place of rest.