After more than a year, i was again, out in the open, with the silence of the night. But this time, it was different. the silence hit me with a realization.
It inspired me to think, go into the disconnect, and search for an answer, answer to a question that the silence has confronted me again with. What next?
This time i figured out that the silence is not just posing a question, it scares you into the consequence of settling into the complacency. The result of unanswered restlessness gradually giving way to a morose surrender, a silenced discomfort of a speechless agreement between the unspoken words.
The blinking parking car lights, the distant humming of transformers, the tall standing solitary lamp posts, and the fog laden ways - all part of the ethereal silence, screeching to tell their story, but no one to listen. The hazy lights of glowing windows in the fog mesmerize me into believing that they somehow hold an answer. A light at the end of the tunnel, hypnotizing, with reality teasing me to decipher what it holds, portals to answers, standing in the not so distant future.
The distances that have to be covered, the choices one has to exercise, the sacrifices that have to be made.
There is something about the silence of the night.....