The house is chilly, but the furnace is silent. So too are the those of my neighbors.
The streets are silent as well. No one driving at 4:48 a.m.
Outside the air is still and dry; no wind rattling siding, or rain pattering shingles.
Inside, four others sleep without snoring or shifting. Not a peep.
The faucet drips, creaking joists, and whirring fans have paused. My house is still.
The cat, normally purring at 4:48, is no where to be found… or heard.
In my closet with door closed, I sit on the floor. Tired. Waiting for motivation or energy to kick in.
I notice the silence. Total and complete absence of sound. Absolute nothingness.
It's a beautiful sound.