It is so quiet.
It took me a bit to get used to the silence. No television, no cars honking, no sirens, no loud music playing, no yelling. I could actually hear the wind blow.
NYC is nothing but noise. Coming back it hit my senses hard. I couldn’t hear myself think as I walked down the block and I became heavily dependent on my headphones.
But I’ve adjusted. The other day I was walking on 34th street thinking about something and I realized that all the noise no longer got to me.
But some nights right before I fall asleep there are a few seconds where I don’t hear any noise and I can hear the breeze creep into the window. And for a few minutes I miss NH.