Most of the time I exist in a constant state of noise. I’m either talking, or listening, or doing. My life is lived to a soundtrack of the radio, phone ringing, dog barking. I even sleep with the TV on.

But tonight was different. I came home to a house that was warm. And quiet. And comforting. It may be the Christmas tree filling my front window with light. Or maybe it’s because I’m curled up on the couch, hiding under a blanket, while my dog sleeps beside me. Whatever it was…

It was nice.