When people hear I live in New York City, one of the first questions I get is "Do you miss the quiet?"

Tonight, I am enjoying the quiet of this city. The soft hum of tires on a wet road, the faint breeze passing across the air conditioner, and the patches of lights illuminating my bed from apartments far away. There is quiet here. It comes from being still. Tonight, I am still. The city carries on around me but all I hear is a soft whisper of life.

I am still.