For a full span of seventy-two hours, we endured a tempest, which ceased while we were submerged in slumber. Our senses numbed by the building quietude, our rest was rooted profoundly in the amplifying silence. The cacophony we once knew fell silent, akin to toppled trees now devoid of vitality. Sea salt was smeared across the window panes, creating complex designs that masked our maritime vista.
The first to stir from the tranquil aftermath was the youngest child. Enchanted in her crib, she also first perceived the reassuring twitter of a robin, a loud declaration that the world had indeed, not finished its lonely ballet.
Geraldine Mitchell’s latest anthology goes by the title of Mute/Unmute. There’s a fifth assortment, Naming Love, soon to be launched.