Shhh....listen.

Fan blades circle quietly above, gently sifting the air molecules in the room and producing the slight tattoo of subtle movement. The pendulum swings out of time with the fan blades. The refrigerator hums a half step flat of the blood pumping by my ear drums. Some where a computer beeps and punctuates the perfect flow of discord and I sigh heavily, considering the delicacy of nothingness. But if I were alone in a desert or in outer space, I might go mad listening to the disturbing lacuna of sound.