If silence means that much to you, then I promise to keep silent too.

It's a beautiful day.

I'm listening to Emma Pollock. 

Her voice kind of makes the day perfect. 

I'm sitting on wooden folding chair in the one of the spare rooms. There's a door (now open) leading to a balcony outside . . . except the balcony has since been removed from the house's exterior, so the door opens up and steps out into air. Naturally, of course, the door offers the best view of the countryside out of anywhere in the entire house. 

It's my favorite place to sit, roll and smoke a cigarette, drink a cup of tea, read some philosophy, and believe in the purpose of being there.