Last night, I walked the neighborhood as the booms and ricocheted off the neighboring mountains and hills, while the laughter and shrieks provided variety. It was fierce. It was such a contrast to the countless other nights I've walked these same streets hearing only the night's voice, a symphony of small voices and sounds, broken by the occasional silence.
Fireworks, an exuberant display, are chance to say, "Here we are. Do not forget us." The light, noise, smoke and scent fades though. And we are finally subdued.
It is the stars that I need most though. Their span lasting far longer than I. Although distant, they both anchor and lift me. The night is as expansive as sunrise, but at a different tempo. In near silence, my thoughts are the only distraction. I'd like to continue my quest to silence my chatter, leaving more room for stars, night noise, and the many, almost silent things that only our hearts hear. I want to leave room for being small.
