It's Aliiiiiive!

As I sit here on the morning that starts the first week of the rest of my life, I'm allowing myself to really reflect on what's going on in the big world around me.

I sit here in silence.

Except this city never seems to quiet itself.

At night while I rest in bed, outside my window I hear the tink, tink, tink of the bottles the bartenders are tossing out into the large bins behind their pseudo-Irish pubs on Division St. Out that same window I can see neighbors in the adjacent complex playing video games, reading and laughing.

And in the living room, at all hours, the little lucky cat goes click, click, click, waving down to State Parkway below and to the big, bustling, city buildings above.

All the while, Legolas is keeping guard with his eyes following any movement as it passes.

As I sit here now, in our cozy kitchen, sipping my freeze-dried coffee and looking out to the same view our feline friend spreads its joy upon, I hear no silence. But inside I feel that if the silence were to begin, everything outside my window would stop.

The noise reminds me that the world outside my window is alive.