This walk, this place, the same walk, the same place, a whole new experience each time, so many things coming from each silence. This evening, i'm seting on the wooden bench looking at the sun hiding with the clouds. Not a thread of wind on the air, such a silence that i can hear the engines of the merchant boat miles in the sea. The absence of the perspective of natural sound from the air and the sea makes the scene look two dimensional. I know that if i stay in the dark up here, it'll take me a long time to walk down, carefully among the stones and without a torch. But i stay, waiting for the boats to disappear and have the previledge of experiencing the place with no human-engineered sound. And then the stars come out to do their dance in the silent symphony...
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