Soaking in the stillness, you watch the sun climb over the horizon. Nothing is ringing, beeping or blinking. Nobody bothers you. You can actually finish a thought. Or a dream. Or do nothing at all. Seems a bit strange, at the beginning. But after a while, you’ll get into it. Find yourself watching a brave little beetle stumble through a jungle of grass. Follow the shadows of high clouds silently passing over the landscape and then across yourself. All you can hear is silence—the hum of the fields, the waying of the wind. Somewhere, someone is laughing. About what, you don’t know. And you don’t care.
Which is the best thing about it, anyway. You don’t have to care about so much all the time.