A WEEKEND OF QUIET
Mar 09, 2020
3 minutes
THE EARLY MORNING quietude that gently wakes me up seems quite surreal. Unlike the stirrings of a busy urban locality, there is a silence here that is impregnable. I shed off last night’s sleep like a thin blanket draped around my shoulders. The morning air is crisp and still; daylight is still a distant possibility on the horizon.
A faint rhythm reaches my ears, like someone humming softly. As I walk out of the
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