HUSH

We all have Christmas Traditions, right? This one is mine: every Christmas Eve I go outside by myself, usually past midnight, and just... listen. I listen to the silence. I feel that vibe of quiet, of silence so loud it's deafening. Even here in the heart of the city, for whatever reasons people have, they sequester, hole up, keep still. And it's the quietest night of the whole year.

For that one moment, I face myself. I look at my place in this universe and take stock. Acknowledge. Assess.

Soon my warm home calls, usually some ten minutes later.

So I turn and go back inside, so that I may sleep with the rest of the city.