It’s oh so quiet.

It’s very hot.

Not a cloud in the sky, just the sun burning down without mercy. Only the occasional car or lawnmower breaks the summer silence: the kids are hiding out in air-conditioned comfort; it’s too fierce out save for the truly dedicated. The birds are panting in the trees.

The world seems suspended and I like it. Heatwaves make the world slow and still.


It’s different from the snowy day quiet that muffles everything and contracts the universe as sound waves are slowed to a soundwave crawl.

Snowfall quiet is heavy. Determinedly peaceful. Patient.

I don’t get a patient vibe from the quiet of summer.

It’s edgy. Anticipatory. Happy. Clicky. The last is from the grasshoppers that dance around in the brown grass. Such a summery sound.

The leaves are dying.

The trees are conserving their energy. The plant life is not a fan of the hot summer days.

The big ones have started to drop their seeds. A potential forest in the backyard. Smaller trees are also showing signs of distress. That’s my fault. I never think to water the dogwood until the leaves start to shrivel.

I hate the guilt. Next year I’ll buy a watering bag, I swear. Unfortunately, because I skipped the purchase this year, I’m watering illegally. Sprinklers are technically banned but I’m too lazy to stand out in the sun, tending to my tree for an hour.

I feel bad about that but not bad enough to pick up the hose.

Night rises and I sit in the dark. Something about hot nights makes me loathe to turn on the lights.

Nighttime quiet is different again. It feels full and heavy. I can feel the silent presence of the sleepers when I step carefully about the house. I like wandering in the wee small hours. Nighttime quiet is full of potential.  

By Em

I like writing. Words help me unpack my thoughts so things start to make sense. I suppose that once I figure out life, the universe, and everything (my thanks to Douglas Adams), I'll have nothing left to say. "Writing is an exploration. You start from nothing, and learn as you go." E. L. Doctorow


  1. Nighttime quiet, oh yes. When I was living at home I would only be able to relax after everyone went to sleep. Then I’d stay up all night and it was good. Even now after midnight I feel relieved for some reason, old habits die hard.

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