The sound of silence 💙

Our old streets are eerily dead with the sound of silence as I trudge my tread, not a soul do I see on our country lanes as the whistles from the wind waxes and wanes..

I sense a spookiness stifling the Autumnal air, supernaturally creepy, as I am all to aware..but we are within another lockdown where every man, woman and child has lost their rights of freedom and the wanting to be wild..So pubs and the shops stand shut and unoccupied as this invisible infection spreads far and wide..

We have stumbled on a world, so silently strange indeed where our normailty of noisiness has stopped it’s speed..gone is the banter with the constant chitter chat, and the hustle of a  bustle, we have lost all that..instead as I walk thru the hush of a calm, my head heeds bewilderment and it raises an alarm..Coz I am not accustomed to this quietness without the clusters of crowds and constant traffic loudness..