There is no notification for the moment the world quiets down. It just happens. The engine cools, ticking softly to itself. The wind moves through pine needles with a sound like distant surf. Somewhere far off, a bird calls twice and stops. You sit in a folding chair that has seen a thousand miles and notice, maybe for the first time this year, what silence actually sounds like. It sounds like this.
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