Whenever I go home to Ohio, probably one of the biggest adjustments to have to get used to, is…the quiet.
Falling asleep, there is nothing. Maybe a distant train. Maybe the ticking of a clock. But it is silent.
Especially in the winter. When there’s a blanket of snow covering the ground, the silence can be deafening.
A far cry from New York City, that’s for sure.[continued]
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