Some mornings when I get up, particularly in summer, when I just need a quiet place. That’s not to say that the other members of my family are noisy, its simpler than that.
Some days are just like that. Some days you just need a quiet place to spend a few quiet moments to yourself to get your act together ready for the day.
There’s a quiet place at the end of my garden by the shed. In summer it just catches the sun at breakfast time. I sit there eating my breakfast watching the hurly burly of birds on the bird feeders at the other end.
I can hear the low rumble of traffic, I can hear neighbours slamming their car doors and setting off for work. Those noises are just there all the time.
And a quiet place isn’t just quiet because of a lack of noise. It’s a lack of fuss, it’s a space in your day when you have little to do. It’s time that you give to yourself where you expect nothing else. It’s a time when people don’t need your presence and more.
I’ve found quiet places in airports, railway stations and in the middle of cities and towns. It’s just a feeling when you’re there. You don’t have to be sitting either. You can be standing or laying down because the enjoyment of the place requires different things.
In a nutshell, a quiet place is somewhere you can just take time out and get your head straight. Somewhere you can just be for a short while.
I love skiing and mountain tops too and they aren’t often lacking in noise either, but they are quiet places.