… the silence is threefold. The substantial part of this silence is light like a feather and fresh as a spring morning owing to the non-existent. Should the wind linger then the tree crowns whisper, should the lake not lay peacefull as a mirror then you will hear the waves embrace the bebbles at the shore, and when temperatures tumble you raptly listen to the fire cracking in the fireplace. This silence here is loud and pushy, it is simply pervasive …