Surrounded by Silos

Have you ever felt surrounded by tall glass silos, in which you can see groups of people you know who are laughing, talking, secretly whispering, slapping backs–but you can’t hear them?  You see the  shapes shifting, but cannot enter.  You touch the glass, expectantly cool and smooth, but unyeilding.

You watch closely, detecting subtle movements unseen by others, as people regroup, their mouths moving, unheard by you watching from the outside.  You press on the glass harder, as you move faster through the glass towers, a pattern emerging.  Stop suddenly, then tap-tap-tap on the crystalline surface, and the glass walls vanish, a caucophony of noise assails the ears, and then welcoming laughter.  C


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