And, I'm remembering the feeling of silence. I am breathing. (Ah... delight.)
This morning I drove to work in silence. By choice. Radio off. Phone off. Just the sound of my breathing, my tires on the road, the turning signal. The sound of cars as they drove along side me or passed me or whizzed by in the opposite lane. The dull chatter of two women as I stopped at a light in Chinatown. A few impatient car horns, one siren. It was a beautiful soundtrack. And as I neared my office, much to my delight, a few hundred chanting voices near a city building begging for a better Los Angeles. Again, it was beautiful.
But, the phone rings. My boss calls my name from his open door. The cape magically reappears. Heels slipped gracefully back on. Just a moment of me and now I'm back to the corporate thing. Bye.