The house is quiet. The only sounds are the clicking of the keyboard and the drone of the air conditioning. There is a bird chirping outside the window. At least, it sounds like a single bird. I can see the leaves rustling in the breeze, but it is not a cool one. This breeze is stirring up the heat.
Summer has begun, but I feel that it has been around for a while.
In a few minutes, I will start the errands for the day. They are of the mundane variety. When that is finished, there is a drive to Nashville. The going will be easy. However, the coming back will be difficult during the dreaded rush hour. It is not something that I am anticipating with great joy.
I write all of that to write the following.
The quiet time is enjoyable. It is a time to contemplate. It is a time to blog. It is a time to prepare for what is ahead. The traffic. The turned up radio to distract from the traffic. The hustle and bustle of life.
The world we have created is not a quiet place.
SBI: A Thinning Crowd 
One of the good things about retirement is choosing the best moments to drive and avoid the traffic!
It’s good to make your own schedule.
Even quiet isn’t quiet. it’s full of beeps and dings and chirps and buzzing. We have banished silence.
I wonder what we would do with complete quiet. Go crazy?
Fortunately, I can’t think of a situation of total silence. Even deep wilderness has it’s own undercurrent of noise from animals and wind and insects. Maybe out in deep space?
That could be the only place.
The quiet time is a treasured time for me.
It is an important time.
We’re so used to being bombarded by noise. It’s amazing what we can get used to.
But even when I have opportunity for quiet, I listen to music instead. ???
I must admit that I do the same thing. Quiet makes my mind water.