I drove home without the radio, without speaking.
I resented the sounds of the engine.
I wanted to remember the quiet sounds as I experienced them so I could relate them to you.
It was snowing at the park today.
I stood in cold inches of it; listening.
So peaceful!
No other people there.
No footprints, but Nala's and mine.
Only the sound of the snow, heavy and wet, shifting under my boots.
Nala was running circles around me; chasing her tail and biting at the snowflakes.
I could not hear her muscles move or her feet touch. But in the lovely silence, I could hear great gulps of clown breath leave her body as she jumped and played.
Snow flakes fell on my eyelashes and I wished they would last until I saw you again.
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