This morning I got to school early. Earlier than any of the traditional age college students. I sat in the unlit classroom and just listened. The sounds of a train rumbling by outside made the squirrels and blue jays come to life on this misty cold morning. Miss Barbara was emptying the trash cans in the classrooms as she struggles to push the big rolling can down the empty hall way and it clicked and groaned on the old tile floor.
A few more minutes and the halls will be full of hopes and dreams, and laughter, and whispers about last night's escapades. I enjoy the silence. Did you ever just sit and listen to it? The silence has many stories to tell but you have to listen carefully. It tells of times past, of memories forgotten, and on a rare occasion it whispers grandly about the future.
Did you ever just stop and listen?
The silence makes us appreciative. It makes me appreciate the giggles. It makes me appreciate the tears. Listen - can you hear it? The silence has a voice if you just stop and listen.
Have a wonderful day!