Where is the quiet?

Some days, the pounding, clunking, grumbling of the world just plain makes your head want to cry.  Where is the quiet in this place?  Even here, the suburbs have no silence, even at night.  When will I hear that open quiet, free from this go-go-go, look-at-me lifestyle?

August awaits.
Post-a-day 2017

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