Chordant
Something old,
something New,
something borrowed,
something blue.
These things were easy to spot. It’s the thing that was there that was not. Noticeable that is. The vacuum of sound. Oh, snow. What you do for our ears. A vacation from the dischordant nature of our everyday lives.
Recently, I listened to a podcast where a guy figured out the note that each appliance was making in the room he was standing. Between the computer, the heater, the TV, the clock, the printer, the stove, the microwave, etc. he found he was being bombarded with the world’s most dis-chordant sound. I was frightened to discover the amount of disagreement in my living room.
Ding! Tangent bell! Silence is one of the gifts the snow brings. It’s one of those things that isn’t anything, but is.