I love quiet. There’s something special about sitting in the haunting stillness of the early morning. Watching the sun slowly break over the horizon, flooding the sky with fiery hues of reds, oranges, and purples. Or taking a long, meandering walk through vibrant fields of tall grass and deliciously scented wildflowers. The whispering wind the only sound around you. Or even the companionable silence shared between two people. Each curled up in a cozy nest on the couch, absorbed in different worlds within the pages of dusty books.
While quiet is the absence of noise, it’s so much more than that. It’s an opportunity to recharge and relax. To gather your thoughts or analyze your day. It can be warm and inviting, full of promise, cozy and reassuring. There are few things more satisfying than comfortable silence between family or friends.
To this day I still have people tell me that I’m quiet. Yes, I’ve been this way my whole life, I’m quite aware of this. Or they’ll ask me why I’m quiet.
Firstly, I’m not quiet. Just ask my close friends and family. You can’t get me to shut up. So I’m likely not comfortable enough around you to open up. I don’t like small talk. Unfortunately most surface-level conversation is composed of “how’s the weather” and gossip. I love sharing deep conversation and meaning with others.
I don’t talk constantly because I don’t feel the need to. I’m not sad. I’m not upset. I could be tired or burned out. I could be wistfully remembering vacation memories. I could be musing over what to make for supper. I could be trying to block out peripheral noise so I can hear better. Or I just might not feel like talking and that’s perfectly okay too.
What is your favourite thing about quiet?