A Quiet Place

I saw a blip on a news show the other day about noise. There are places where people hear noise constantly. I'm talking very loud cars, planes, horns honking, buses, public transportation of all kinds. Thankfully, I don't live near much of that stuff.

Last Sunday morning I was sick so I stayed home from worship services. I realized how quiet my home place really is. I forget this sometimes. I opened the door to let out my dog and I could've heard a pin drop. A lot of times one will hear a tractor somewhere or a mower. Or maybe the train which runs on tracks nearly 6 miles west of here. However this particular morning there was nothing. I love to hear that nothing sound.

I can't imagine how anyone could ever make it in town. I realize that's just because I'm not use to being there, but there's so much noise in the city that one wouldn't even notice if one lived in it constantly. That was the point of that news piece. It was about how people didn't even realize that when they were walking in the park they had to yell at the person next to them so they could be heard. Where I live I have to yell so that I can be heard 1/4 mile from me and tell my dad supper's ready.

I guess it's all in what one is use to.