This morning, I woke up around 3:00. I wasn’t sad about it; it felt like I could have gotten up for the day, though in the end, I fell back asleep for a couple of hours. Before I did, though, I listened to the sounds of my town for a few minutes. All I could hear was the ocean, a few blocks away, churning away with a reliability that is so comforting to me; nature doesn’t care if human eyes witness its habits. As I listened, I thought back to Baltimore. It was consistently quiet for just a brief period … Continue reading A silent stroll (in this small town)