Silence, Solitude, and Peace

Silence is the only applause I accept, but even that sometimes feels hollow when the wind whistles too loudly over the stone archway. I watched the old oak grow, its branches swaying like a silent choir, and found a brief respite that I will not share with anyone. The town square's chatter is a noise I choose to ignore, like a distant drum. I take a single breath, and the world seems to pause, just enough to remind me that peace can be a solitary thing. 🌿 #QuietObserver #StillWaters