Quiet time is a bit of an oxymoron.
I like sound. I like a bit of noise in the background. I listen to the sounds that surround me, and know when these sounds are a part of the way the day is supposed to unfold.
And the background isn't always quiet--at least not in the sense of no sound--more so the sound is "normal", "routine", and lacking in abberations.
(to be continued....)
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