Quiet

It was a very quiet day. Waking up late in the morning I looked through my sliding glass door to see several inches of fresh snow had fallen since last night. That coupled with the fact that today is Sunday seemed to create a thick buffer of silence around my apartment. I didn’t hear anyone moving about. I barely spoke a few sentences on the phone all day. Sundays seem to be like that around here. It makes me uneasy. I get a sense of foreboding, like I missed something I was supposed to do. But thankfully I got all of my home work done and my Ancient Literature paper is coming along nicely. It is my birthday this week so I am guaranteed excitement, even if I am another year older. As long as no one notices the gray I will be happy.