This time of year, Downtown Charleston can be a loud and busy place. I try to seek out a quiet sport away from everyone, with the added challenge of not going inside of buildings or breaking the law. My adventure nearly drove me off the Charleston peninsula
So I thought a bit more about how unsettling this assignment really was. At first, my initial thought was to find a loud spot, then move away from it in a linear path. What it became was a maze of which sound was it’s walls and the wall were always moving. As I moved away from one sound, it was quickly replaced by another. I often felt corner and trapped like I had walked into a dead end. Once I moved away from the noise of the city I would hear birds chirping, waves crashing and trees rustling. The sounds that I would normally find peace in, became frustrating and grating as I continued forward.
The Place I finally found was far enough from the coast that i couldn’t hear it, the trees were few and the building blocked the wind and there was not a person or car in sight. It was almost quite.
After this assignment, I recalled a time I actually didn’t hear anything outside. It was during the recent Ice storms in January. Basically, it was too cold for any animals to be about, to icy for anyone to drive, and the trees were literally frozen solid so that even a strong breeze couldn’t shake a single leave.
It was an eery and lonely feeling for it to be that quiet outside