There were no sounds.
The usual dogs barking, cars, birds... Everything was absent. It was eerily quiet. I probably could have heard a pin drop out front in the street. This is very unusual in our neighborhood. Usually, there is a cacophony of canines adding their voices to the already-present planes, cars, and birds that are making themselves heard.
When it occurred to me, I stood there and noted it. Reveled in it. Then I walked out into the yard and turned my head around like a sound-seeking radar. I didn't count, but I'd say for about 15 or 20 seconds it was still.
It was weird. This was a level of quiet that is seldom achieved even in the wee hours of the morning here. There's almost always some sort of sound. Usually it's a dog or a car. It was about 2pm--usually a very non-quiet time of day in almost every neighborhood. Even out in a very rural area there is the sound of a bird somewhere, or crickets, or something.
Then slowly, the sounds of urbanhood begin to taper back in.
A small airplane in the distance tapered in first--faintly from far away. Then I heard the muffled tones of the neighbors next door talking in their back yard. I think it was a bird or two next. Little by little, the neighborhood returned to its usual midday recording session.
It was cool, but yet insignificant moment that I felt I had to share.
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