This morning I noticed the quiet again. I hardly ever consciously notice churchbells ringing. But on Good Friday I always sense the absence thereof. I live in a big city with lots of noise, but churchbells are not a predominant tone. Oher than in the countryside, where it is quiet all around and one distinctively hears the bells striking the hours or calling people to mass. Odd, how one can hear the absence of a certain noise.
It’s, oh, so quiet, Björk
