It doesn't happen often, but every once in a while...usually in the evening...usually when there's snow on the ground...usually on a weekend...there's a moment.
You step outside of your building and the absence takes you by surprise.
Not a single car driving by.
Nobody walking down the block chatting.
No music leaking out of any buildings.
No airplanes or helicopters within earshot.
The dog that didn't bark.
Just complete and utter silence.
It's disturbing as hell.
And then Kanye turns the corner, cranked to Eleven, conveyed by a vehicle the size of France with spinning rims.
Toto can keep Kansas.