I was upstairs earlier when I became suddenly aware of a
profound quietness. It seemed unnatural, and I stood for some time trying to
work what was missing. But what could be missing? It’s quiet here at night
anyway, apart from the occasional low hum of a vehicle passing on the lane or
the equally low rumble of an aircraft flying overhead.
I’ve had this experience a few times before, usually outside
in the garden at dusk. It’s as though my senses become heightened to the almost
palpable quality of deep silence. And that’s interesting, because it hints
at the old doctrine found in Eastern philosophy – that the ultimate nature of
existence is emptiness.
Not so when I went for my nightly walk. As I was approaching
M’Lady’s house I heard the sound of two voices, one male and one female, coming
from somewhere around the bottom end of Sarah’s field. The male sounded
ebullient, the female excited. I wonder what that was about.
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