Quiet In The Night

It's the end of the day, and the world is quiet.  I hear the very faint whisper of my laptop, the hum of car tires out on the road.

Once in a while I hear that odd whistling test-signal noise ears make inside, but not right now.  I would hear it very loudly right now if it were to start.  It is so quiet, the peaceful surrender of the day to the arms of the night, like a squirming child slumbering in a heap, gathering energy for the dawn.

I've heard an owl on a quiet soft summer night and seen the moon float up like a big silver bubble up out of the dark hills in the east.  I've seen the silent arc of a shooting star.  The grand things in nature are soundless, and perhaps silence is the sound of the infinite.