Sometimes when I'm on my boat in Alaska, the wind dies and the water's surface becomes a mirror of the sky. It's absolutely silent. I realize what we miss living among people in towns and cities -- we're denied the pleasure of silence.
The other time I experience this is when I cross Death Valley and camp on the unoccupied far side (an annual outing). There, also, the wind sometimes dies. But there, even the noises my boat makes are absent, as well as being a very beautiful environment:
The other time I experience this is when I cross Death Valley and camp on the unoccupied far side (an annual outing). There, also, the wind sometimes dies. But there, even the noises my boat makes are absent, as well as being a very beautiful environment:
http://i.imgur.com/M6iQpyU.jpg
Silence -- like many things, you don't miss it until it's gone.