Author: Admin

It is the spaces between the keys on the piano, the intervals between drops of rain in a storm, the branches of a tree swaying in a breeze, the vertices of a snowflake cascading its way down through the crispy icy air, the sun’s rays hitting the pedestrian as he wends his way home, the time passing between unhurried breaths and the time hastily spent worrying about how a breath may be delivered in a song or a speech or even in a kiss, the love between two people or maybe an entire nation, the color of a favorite food or the sky or the earth, the longing of a distant cry or the sniffling cry nearby, the warmth of a parent toward child, the length and breadth and depth of a lifetime or the span in nanoseconds of a moment, the need to be heard alongside the one who’s being summoned to hear, the invocation of praise, the excommunication of a heretic, the willingness to proceed with a desired action, the denial of a given action, the imprints as they are squished in ecstatic merriment made in puddles left by a persevering rain, the cautious croaking of a bullfrog or the majestic squawking of a goose or a swan or a crane or a heron in flight–such an exhausting array of listening–too much for one listener to internalize at one time, never enough to realize the scope of the living.