We have a baby in the house. It’s been a long time since our daughters were young and we had to “shhh, be quiet, the baby is sleeping.”

It’s nice.

The quiet.

I have a neighbor who spends every Monday in silence. He speaks to no one, except a few words to his cat, so the cat knows he isn’t getting the silent treatment.

My neighbor is very thoughtful, steadily following a spiritual, but not religious journey. He’s very interesting to talk with, but not on Mondays.

I’m enjoying the silence.

“For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him.”—Psalms 62:5