Saturday, December 1, 2007
I had a quiet Saturday yesterday. There was very little noise in my life, which is exactly the way I like it. I worked over at school for a few hours in the morning, and it seemed like the only sounds were the classical music from my computer and the occasional low drone of the furnace somewhere far off in the building. The clamor of the previous five school days had disappeared, and only the quietness of the empty halls and rooms remained. There were no other people besides me, and, in fact, there wasn’t much activity either. I didn’t rush through my work, but sort of strolled through it, serenely and happily. In the empty school on a becalmed weekend morning, it would have been silly to do anything quickly or frantically. Actually, I guess I almost never work quickly or frantically anymore. I’ve grown to be a fairly quiet person, and so working in a restrained and subdued way now comes naturally to me. I suppose you might say I try to let the work do itself, which allows me to relax and enjoy the process. Yesterday, with its utter tranquility and untroubledness, was especially enjoyable.