Less traffic and an overall hush in the neighborhood today. A thick ceiling of clouds holds the light down and keeps sound muffled. Doves curr-curr as always and a rooster crows from far away. Solid clinking together of dishes, loud thwack to ignite the gas stove, scrape of wire across glass opens the coffee jar. Small sandals slapping concrete, fast passage through the back alley, but no voices. Feeling somewhat bruised and reluctant to move. Not wishing to be carried up the mountain.
