84 seconds of quiet

In the years before Jay was born barely a day passed in which I didn’t experience a pang of longing for a lonely beach or a high mountain walk.  That feeling went away when we had kids, both because I no longer had as much time to think about things like that and because life had become richer right where I was.  When I walk home into our one bedroom apartment, the noise and activity of our family’s life together provides its own kind of retreat from the world.

Still, I savor the moments of quiet when I get them.  I walk Jay over to daycare every morning, and my route back home provides the chance to walk down a block of quiet Addison Street, where no cars pass and the trees form a tight canopy overhead.  I make myself walk slowly down the block and I’m always slightly sad to leave it behind.  Here’s a picture I took this morning.


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