Eerie. Silence. Fixed dinner, took it out on the patio, sat down. Realized I could hear myself chewing–pasta, not celery or carrots, pasta. What?!
Stopped eating. Listened. No insects chirping, no birds calling, no wind blowing.
Eerie. Quiet, cloud covered sky. No lightning, no thunder.
I looked for a tornado cloud, an explanation. None. This never occurs here.
The sound of no sound.