Maybe it's that the schools down the street are out for the summer, so there aren't kids and parents coming and going. Or maybe a lot of the neighbors are already gone for the Fourth of July, so when we're walking around the block at 8:20, they aren't driving through the neighborhood.
All I know is that the world has seemed kind of insulated, for lack of a better word.
I've been able to hear the birds, and the rustle as a rabbit bolts across a yard. And, yes, way off the distance, I can hear the low hum of the traffic. But, for the most part, it's just felt like the two of us walking through the quiet world.
I fully admit that a lot of mornings I'm running a little late and don't have a lot of time to spend on a long walk, but even for a short time it's nice to be able to let the world just be.
Me and Zen in the middle of Southwest Minneapolis. Who'd'a thunk it?