Silence............. yes, Tremeloes, is, can be, golden.
There's nature silence, which, ain't really silent - but, we liketa think of it as that. Say, you're on the farm.. down by the pond.. complete still... .except for... the frogs.... vely, vely audially pleasing.
Or, mebbe... you and the Mrs... right there in middle'a the cul-de-sac, front porch swing... back and forth... nuttin' but... crickets... again and again, crickets. Temporarily lost from the medulla oblongata -work, hustle, bustle, commute, what's for dinner, bills, price of (everything), annoying coworkers, micromanaging managers.. yeah baby, gimme, gimme.. crickets (and mebbe... a massage.. glass of vino.. slice'a peperoni, anything BUT the regular ole regular 'noise' of the day.)
Puerta Penasco, Mehico.. the Sea of Cortez.. silence, but, the expression of the waves, water, tide. Differn't, often. A yummy 'silence'.
Then, there's that silence that maybe ain't so great. You and the (friend, coworker, boss, fast food got it wrong kid, inability to circumvent the cable company's phone recording) get, got, PISSY. You meet again, er, next time.. the eyeballs purposely avoid the other.. ya feel like the polarization of whatever ends it is of a magnet that there's no way in hell they'll get together. The only way out is "I'm sorry" or, a hug, or, and eyeball to eyeball smile.. all'a them answers are what ya need, but, also, the thought of, makeya vomit. Not no, but hells to the no.
Little ones, those of the age they can't vote, drive, ride a bike without training wheels, can't even write in a Big Chief tablet.. yes, TODDLERS. You're in charge (mom, dad, grandma, grandpa, big sister/brother, babysitter, yada).. and silence happens. UH OH. In your defense, there's two, mebbe three'a them rugrats... you may have Betty Davis eyes, but, YAIN'T got Marty Feldman eyes, ie, no way Jose (or Josetta) you can watch alla the kids, alla the time.
Band camp, this Grandpa sitting happily in the living room.. coloring (I think I remember) with the 6 year old while the 8 year old laid on the floor watching Spongebob. All was good, then I remembered there was additionally a 3 year old. Silence, then, UH OH. Yes, while it wasn't officially pancake day, apparently 3 yr old though so... she'd gotten in the fridge, found a nearly full bottle of Strawberry favored syrup, and emptied it on the kitchen floor. UH OH. Damnit darnit, but, whaddaya do.. them baby blues look up atya, smile.. so you return the smile and grab two rolls of paper towels, then, clean the mess/silence, up.
Silence. You're in WallyWorld. That #2 urge happens. You go in the BR. 7 stalls. VICTOR, DON'T GO THERE. Ok, you're right, I won't. Let's just leave it at, that silence can be em-bare-assing.
Sports. VICTOR? Yes? Do we haveta? Sorry, kinda sorta, yes. Bottom'a the 9th, two outs, two on, three balls, two strikes.. Roundball.. 4th quarter.. score tied.. 3 seconds on the clock.... 4th down and inches.. your team goes for it... you don't get it, they win.. or mebbe, , right there on the smallest of all the small baseball fields, your kiddo (or grandkiddo), what, the T-baller with the too bigga hat, too bigga uni, bat, almost as big as the kiddo... steps up to bat................ AND........
SILENCE..............
THEN..............
SMACK....... line drive up the middle........... CLANK... free throw off the fronta the rim, what now?.. TUSH PUSH, hell to the yeah, FIRST DOWN!.... CRACK.. he/she hit it~! YAY, but.. he/she runs to 3rd insteada 1st. Alla the above brings smile, more tenseness, laughter, cheering, yelling, you're recording it, listen later, then ask "Do I REALLY sound like that?" Uh huh, do.
Meditation. You coulda hear a pin drop. Buffering.. Church was about to begin. Clam it Harold, they're about to announce the PowerBall #'s. I can't believe I ate the whole thing. Damnit Margaret, electricity went out again.. And then, after all that noise, you simply lie silently in each other's arms. VICTOR! Sorry, happens, or, at least it usedta!
Much. Much interrupts, upsets silence. Rain. Wind. Snap crackle pop. Help, I've fallen and I can't get up. Flatulence. Well? Happens. Life's a gas.
Silence is golden, but, so is noise.
Love, Victurd
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