Silence isn’t golden. It’s the depth of onyx. Unseeing midnight blackness shining with the moon’s reflection.
Silence is where no one sees you. Where you see only the quiet of stillness.
Silence is golden. It’s a treasure few if any ever sit and watch.
Silence is still. There is no traffic for your senses to focus upon.
In silence you are alive. Because it is only you.
Can you allow yourself the moment to be still and feel the richness of silence?