True silence is extremely rare these days.
At home, there’s always someone walking around, always the tappity-tap of a keyboard, the quiet whirring of the computer fan, or the plumbing, or the sump pump grinding away, or the distant whush of traffic.
At work, there’s the constant murmur of a busy store, announcements over the PA, the squeaking and grinding of the quad meat carbonizers, the drone from the radio (aggravated by the fact that the majority of the meat department people like R&B, and I don’t) and the constant drone of the refrigerator fans.
Which is why I love having the the occasional opportunity to go out and sit in the woods now and then. It’s so quiet that you can almost literally hear yourself think. You can hear the bugs crawl through the fallen leaves. You can sometimes even hear the daily target practice at Ft. Leonard Wood almost twenty miles away.
Hunting is an excellent pastime for reflection. Or perhaps a nap. :D