It seems I have always been surrounded with music.
The cities where I have lived have all had a classical music station from New York through Seattle and San Diego to Puerto Vallarta. Yes, P.V. had a wonderful station for many years until, for reasons unknown to me, it was taken over by the cultural commission of the state of Jalisco, located in Guadalajara, and from being a charming, local radio station, it became a talk radio with strong-- some might say only-- emphasis on the city of Guadalajara.
And that was when I discovered the joy of silence.
I had been annoyed and upset so many times by the needless, inquonsequential talk fests of the station, that I started to not turn it on, and I liked it.
Now I like listening to the naural sounds of the birds and other critters in the wood. I like the distant, very distant sound of the waves and the traffic on the road to Puerto Vallarta.
Sometimes I turn the radio on, and sure as manure, there they are, talking, talking, talking.
So I go back to my silence.