Aging Like A Fine Wine
Finally, after living my entire life at 120 decibels, after hearing my brothers playing and arguing for 18 years, and then my own children playing and arguing for 18 years, and phones ringing all over the house, and kids’ friends running up and down the stairs, and cars coming and leaving, and dogs barking and garage doors opening and shutting. It’s quiet. It dawned on me today that I haven’t really noticed how quiet life has become. It’s like a giant hush has descended on my days and today it reached a level where it was discernible. “Where is everyone?” I asked out ...