Gliding through Silence La Cumbre, Argentina Silence. The chill of a late autumn morning, beneath grey cloudy blankets; a hot green tea bubbles, waiting for grace to be shared amongst the spirits of dawn, before the sun can gather its rays to pierce the heavy mist, before the city begins its chaotic roar. Wild green parakeets alone are intimate to the wisdom of sounds, and sing each their inherent delight; friends to silence, for they respect it most profoundly, Gliding precisely through silence On delicate wings, thus preserving its sanctity, while accenting it with the colours of evolution, lifting the smiles and souls of those of us still. ! Copyright 2007, Tom Radzienda. !