The Nature of Silence

As I've grown older, my view of silence and the idea of it has changed from thinkin of it as a harbinger of awkwardness that must be avoided at all costs, to now realizing that it is a multifaceted entity. Silence takes many forms and fits a number of unique situations. There is a serene side to silence that is most often experienced in the woods or whilst sitting at the edge of a lake. There is an uncomfortable, slightly agitating type of silence as well. The type that you may find looming at the center of a group of people at a party. There is also a silence that bursts at the seams with tension and echoes with the harsh words exchanged several moments prior. Perhaps the most luxurious and sought-after form of silence is that which resides between an elderly couple who have loved each other for a lifetime and know one another so very well that they don't even need to exchange sentences to know what the other is thinking. 

The Ring

The countless hours spent preparing for this decisive moment will soon be shattered to oblivion. The stark flavor of blood transfused with salty sweat gently sails into the crevice between his lips. An awkward gap now resides where an off-white tooth once stood. A stamp of dark blue ink is imprinted upon his right eye socket by the pulsating red glove of the opponent. Angrily, the tendons of his arm suddenly burst like a cannon, and he delivers a spritely uppercut that crunches the filaments of his rivals’ protruding nose, like a boulder that wallops a tree of corral.