I haven't posted in a while.
It's not that I haven't had any thoughts or potentially interesting things to say--I probably did at one point or another.
But sometimes it just feels better to remain quiet.
To listen. To watch. To learn.
I walk by this window almost everyday on my way to work. Half the time, it's empty. The other half, there's this beautiful gray kitty lounging there, taking a nap on the sill. I've walked by this kitty so many times, but I've never been able to communicate with him (or her) directly. He's inside.
So I just wave sometimes (as if he'll wave back). Or I give him a little nod of acknowledgement (as if he even cares). Other times, I just stop and stare to admire his cat-ness for a minute or two before I continue on my way.
Sometimes it just feels better to remain silent.
To carry things close at heart.
To let those thoughts and truths stew around for a while before putting them on the table.