Silence...well, almost. It's one of those nights where my fingers' dance on the computer keyboard resonates with the subtlety of a lame night watchman hobbling down the hall. Where the swoosh of passing cars scream like a vortex consuming my thoughts. Click, click, click... The dish washer seems determined to make me aware of every minute spent labouring on my pots and pans. And, then a lull. Sweet silence.... almost. There's a gentle hum. Is it the incandescent light overhead? Clack. It's off. But, the hum sings on. An almost indiscernible melody hiding just below the audible. A whistle from the street below, more clicking from the maytag. Everything accounted for. A familiar tune.... But, I want to raise the volume on the city's hum.. hard to hear from up here. If it were any earlier, I'd venture out into the night. Just walk and look and listen. Taste the air. Smell the breeze. Connect. Become. It's something I used to do a lot. Just walk. Turn when it felt right to turn. Stop when it felt right to stop. Follow the hum. It always leads me somewhere new. It takes my hand and shows me things I've only dreamed or only just forgot. And, when I’m done my tour of wonderland, somehow it always sees me home. I think I'll reserve part of Saturday for a random romp, a soulful sojourn, to recharge and reconnect and fill the silence with new life, new sound, new inspiration. For now I'll end this dance and rest upon the silence that marks this lonely night. Sweet dreams.