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.
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I noticed that too the other week when we had all that snow here.
Any normal day or night I can hear the interstate half a mile away and I live on the flight path for a local aiport, which screws with my tv reception.
It was unusually quiet for several days...no buses, no interstate noise, no planes. Lots of birds around and I could hear the kids up the hill playing. Yeah, there were the occassional idiots spinning their wheels on the sheet of ice at the front gate, but that's normal for ice in what turned into Hoth'Lanta.
And I could have told you the exact second the first plane took off from that little airport...the show I was watching suddenly developed a weak digital signal!
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