You can think of only one thing on December 25 at the mention of silent night. It’s certainly been heard more than a few times around here. But since last evening, after friends departed our traditional Christmas eve gathering, I come to appreciate another notion of "silent night" or more accurately silent time.
The City that Never Sleeps, does in fact seem to doze on certain occasions, and this is one of them. Yards and yards of available parking spaces, avenues so clear of traffic we few pedestrians stroll. Against this backdrop,in a cozy apartment time to read, listen to some music. Even the dogs are more quiet than usual in between our walks.
In the silence there is time for thought, for recharging. A great space to communicate from when the routines resume.
