Looking pretty good. It's just right. He can't help it. It's what happens when we live in a strident world, but when I mention hearing aid he goes ballistic. Noise, according to Webster, is defined as a nonharmonious or discordant group of sounds.
Silence is the glorious absence of all that.
Which is what's happening around me this early morning at a friend's house on Cape Cod. The stillness outside Gail's open study door, where I happen to be working, is interrupted only by the chatter of birds and the tinkle of the little bell Puss Puss's mistress has strung onto her collar to warn the wildlife of a well-fed, but nonetheless predatory creature lurking in the hostas. But that was then, and this is now. And silence, though still golden, is also, unfortunately, rare. Elizabeth Schuett writes for Cox News Service.