it is? i'd always thought of silence as more of a
state than a colour or a shiny glowing sort of stuff. i am also quite sure that i've never experienced
complete silence. to me, silence is simply less than human voice
or racing thought or the trickle of a stream in the middle of a quiet forest (yes, yes, typical, i know). it has never, for me, taken on or
thrown me into the nothing that i'd once thought it might. (although, from time to time, the falling snow would seem to be the quietest sort of thing in the universe..)
it is rare that i find even the sort of silence my mind has created for me, but when i do, it still isn't
golden. it's bluish or clear, so clear
penetrating. sometimes, though, it is the sort of golden that the title really suggests, and those times, life's little interruptions are generally followed by a sigh.. and a sort of
complacence. it's not as if the world is meant to be *so* quiet, anyway.