To
dream you must
sleep, and sleep was not in the cards last night.
But as I sat reading Contact during the Hour of the Wolf and through
the rest of the night, the house grew quiet. Not quiet like everyone's
in their room doing their own things, but LOUD SILENCE. The kind
of silence that isn't just the absence of noise.
And I looked up from the pages of my book, because SILENCE is an odd
thing to hear in a fraternity house. I took a tentative walk outside
my room and sure enough, I was truly alone and, it seemed for the first
time in weeks, at peace. I just stood there, out in the hallway,
with my eyes closed and just listened and listened to the sweet sound of
emptiness...
During the Hour of the Wolf, strange things can happen.