She has different tastes. It comes in different shades. And it is always perceived differently. One and the same, but surprisingly different. Do you understand what I mean? Not? Okay. And if I say that it is colossally different in winter and summer? She is summer - relaxing. Winter is like a deathly silence. For some, it brings peace, for others unbearable torment and screaming pain. It can be sweet, delicious, cozy, insipid, and bitter. She is the enemy of a troubled heart. Healing elixir for the soul and brain. She can be lonely and maybe in between... If she is in you you can hear the pulsation of blood in your veins, she can be so strong.
I think you already understand what I'm talking about.
So lucky my last walk hit the first snow. What gave its atmosphere to what was happening then. And there was this - there was complete silence. And together with the falling snow, it turned into the magical silence of nature. I am the only one who burst in and broke the oblivion of that place. She was so all-consuming that if I stopped, froze and hold my breath, it seemed that I could hear the snow softly falling on the ground. The silence that brings peace. Peace, which is so hard for me to keep now.
The harmony of non-communication is the harmony of silence. Silence and desertion are two components to hear those weak and confused voices of your inner world.
Hustle and bustle is a cesspool.
Sometimes it seems to me that all humanity needs, no, not even to shut up, but to shut up, for a while.
And listen. After all, all the answers are in silence.
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