Silence, like a soft, warm blanket...

My only need sometimes is silence...
Silence which creates an blank canvas for my thoughts to paint upon.
Silence which calms my husband long enough to really see and hear me.
Silence, like a soft, warm blanket or hot cup of tea, brings peace and comfort to my already too noisy mind.

My days are filled with music, with the voices of students yelling in the hallways of an inner-city, performing arts school, with the constant irritating hum of the television or computer, from the time my husband gets home until late when we finally go to bed - streaming with podcasts, audio, or video - his source of comfort and amusement. My mind needs a rest from the bombardment of images and noises.

But then there are sounds which I don't really mind, like now, when I have have music playing very quietly, barely there - Bach's Goldberg variations played by Glenn Gould on the piano. The only other sound in the room is the loud hum of one very content cat snuggled up beside me. He loves music, especially Bach. It relaxes him. It relaxes me.

I needed a little peace and near-Silence before I got this day started. Time to just be, to just breathe. Time to appreciate the way the sunlight filters into the bedroom and the way my toes feel in against the warm, soft cotton sheets.