“Why is it so quiet?” Graham asked yesterday morning while playing with his toys up in Saxeville.
I looked up from my book and laughed quietly. “Because we’re not listening to music or watching TV or playing computer games,” I answered. “And the windows are closed ’cause it’s a little chilly, so we can only hear the birds a little bit.”
“Sometimes quiet is good,” I opined tentatively.
“Why?” he replied, not challenging me, just curious.
“Because then it’s quiet enough for us to hear what’s going on inside our heads.”
Graham thought about that one for a few seconds. Then he raised his eyebrows slightly and went back to his toys, now even more quietly than before.