Silence. We have to fill it.

I feel kind of quiet tonight -- in a good way -- and as I sit here on my "in dire need of vacuuming" floor, I find myself taking comfort in the silence. Yes, I can hear the consistent stream of traffic out my window, the familiar typing of keys, the murmurs from the other room ... but compared to most of my day, this is silence.

Perhaps, are lives are like this: at times in need of peaceful silence, at other times screaming for excitement. This thought sets the backdrop for my feelings on weather. Most people find sun very pleasing, and yes, this is agreed upon by me as well, but there are times when rain is needed. Think of how the imagination would suffer if it only knew sun? The wind, rain, snow, lightening (all huge concepts for LA) spur different elements of creativity, a different side of thought. Just like not wanting the sun all the time, who has the need for screaming excitement at every moment?

There is a time for silence.

Lately my life is very exciting. Comparing it to weather, it might be measured to the same caliber of an 80 degree, sun-filled day after a particularly freezing winter. This being a blessing, as life should be adventurous and exciting. But as I sit here on this Sunday evening I cannot help but bask in this silence; such space and absence of sound allowing my thoughts to settle like sand in a jar of water -- a good silence.