quiet

I was walking home from a meeting at school. I took a shortcut through a small one-block-long alley poetically named Love Lane. As I was walking I realized that all I could hear was the scuttling of dry leaves blowing along the asphalt. No cars, no sirens, no voices, no city sounds. And for just a few moments, I was amazed that one could experience such peacefulness in an alley in busy Brooklyn at 5:15 in the evening.