Now living near the ocean, i hear a completely different silence than during my childhood in the mountains. At the beach, the silence is teeming with activity. There’s the ever so slight pause at the crest and the trough of the crashing waves, that momentary pause, like at the top and bottom of our breath. And that space is often filled by the sound of the waves further out, building the amplitude for their turn to crash. As well as the birds taking advantage of the goodness of the crashing waves. There is so much depth of sound in what I first perceive as silence.