Quiet settles between us as she takes another bite of noodles, as I sit, leaning against the wall, watching her. Generally, I’m not a fan of quiet. It makes me uneasy. It leaves me with my noisy, chaotic thoughts and an overwhelming sense of loneliness. But right now, I don’t mind it so much. This kind of quiet feels . . . alive, like that moment’s breath in a song between the final notes of a beautiful verse and the beginning of an epic chorus, full of promise and possibility.
