There are days when I am able to feel a profound sense of calm.  This is not trivial given that I live in one of the loudest cities in the world.  The jackhammers, the garbage trucks, the people yelling on the street, not to mention honking taxi cabs and barking dogs.  All in all, NYC does not lend itself to a calm mind.

But then there are days.  Days like today when I am somehow able to listen to it and not have it ring in my ears like pots and pans banging together.  Days when I can appreciate the small quiet zones between cars passing.  These are good days. 

Days when I listen to the rain falling and hear it hit my air conditioner outside my window.  Days when I like that sound.

Even here, in the loudest city in the world, there are those days.