Silence Is Golden As Long As It's Comfortable

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This husband and I…

Driving that last leg out of Texas…sat…in comfortable silence…the old mind wandering…entertaining itself with signs and license plates…

Enid and Kay…two towns…also lovely friends…fountain…the gorgeous vintage pen once owned by that grandfather of mine…757 NVL…is that navy naval…or does someone have…757 navels…we shall never know…

The vanity plate brtwrst…bratwurst maker…lover…eating contest winner…what about nctrnl…are you a bat…a vampire…a vampire bat…and then the favorite…a sign announcing…Turtle Hole Lane…how fun it would be…to live on Turtle Hole Lane…would you live like a Hobbit…who would your neighbors be…Frog and Toad perhaps…

That comfortable silence…ten years with this man of mine…is almost…taken for granted…for silence…in relationships…may not always be comfortable…

And what a blessing it was…to let the old mind wander…down Turtle Hole Lane…no pit in the gut…no deflecting silent rage…no fear…of saying the wrong thing…

Just silence…comfortable loving silence…until one of us breaks it with a seemingly random…do turtles even dig holes…

And this Tid Bit King of mine agreed…that some do…