How long has it been since you took time to stop moving, going, hurrying. When were you last just still. I had the opportunity a couple of weeks ago to ride my motorcycle through Connecticut and New York, north of the city where the leaves with vibrant colors, fall gently on a glorious fall day. I had to stop pull over and marvel. Where was I going in such a hurry that I could not spend a while in awe and stillness.
Sitting on a wall with the odd car or bike passing, I reflected on the countless generations that had nothing but time on their hands, hours to watch nature unfold its stunning magnificent show, what we call Fall.
In that Roar of Silence I saw one more thing that had fallen to the crisis of modernity.
