Icing sugar dust in my street

And finally – Stillness.  I am sitting at my window in the still most beautiful street of Norwich as I observe the calm sense of stillness floating over the street like a cloud of icing sugar dust.

Finally – Stillness – I am listening to my fridge’s murmuring; its own endless story. I hear the scratching sound of my pen and contently sighing I realise: finally! So much needed to happen, flights needed to be cancelled, my workplace needed to be shut down, people had to be locked away – so much! until I finally sit down in absolute stillness. Almost guilty, I am thinking too myself, “you could have had that earlier!”.

I didn’t. I waited until the world collapsed to have my big breather. But even then, in midst watching the world fall apart, even then I found so much to do; essays had to be written, things needed to be cleaned and washed before I finally retreat to my window and let myself be embraced by a deep silence.

My fridge all of a sudden decided to change a sound-gear, before falling into a periodic silence, I decided to change my thoughts, before falling into old patterns. Silence has to be felt and is hard to describe. But it feels like home, like childhood memories of old wooden floors. It remains me of the short felt freedom I had, whilst my mother was napping and only the clock was watching. It still feels like freedom, like a majestic power beyond time, it feels like me without a character, it feels like sitting in the eye of a storm and waiting to see a new world emerging. It feels like seeing us battling through the birth pain and loving the newborn baby already.