Yesterday, I did not complain about the location of my apartment complex.
I did not complain about the loud cars outside my busy window, blazing by boasting their horse power and dressed in their brilliant, glossy pant.
Suddenly, I missed the bombastic music echoing the streets—
the tunes that used to make my heart leap to my feet, never skipping a beat.
Yesterday, I did not complain about my apartment complex.
There was peace, quiet, a quiescent landscape which felt……. lonely, secluded, deluded by the virus that has left so many of us wounded.
I am learning to cherish the silence and when my busy street comes back to life, I will be the first to open my window and sing a song of sincere excitement.
The silence has taught me that we have so much to be grateful for.