Sour mangoes in the microwave.

There are times when silence holds a sort of power that speaks a profoundness way beyond one's understanding, sings the sweetest song of a mating wren, embraces stronger than a koala, comforts better than a mother soothing her baby who wakes from a bad dream, and expresses empathy and finds connection as string instruments do in a symphony.


Then we speak, and that silence is reduced to nothingness.