Silence and Bustle
Upon reading the phrase "Silence and Bustle" I remembered my home country. I loved to sit and listen to the leaves falling from the trees, something that blended with the conversations of the people.
Autumn is my favorite season , in fact, it brings back memories: I remember a lady who was her two daughters, one of them was crying, more and more. I watched the lady; she seemed very busy with her other daughter and didn't have time to see what was wrong with the one who was crying.
The daughter was crying and crying; it was so uncomfortable to hear her crying that I thought, the lady should go see what's wrong. The lady approached the crying daughter and said, "Honey, ¿what's wrong?" The daughter simply went to her mother. It seemed she was a little jealous, or so I thought, because then the lady walked away with both daughters through the park.
Many of us who were there felt relieved to see the lady with her two daughters enjoying themselves in the park. The scene was very beautiful, the mother and her daughters, one on each side.
No more hustle and bustle, some silence, and many enjoying autumn, the sound of the branches rustling in the wind, and that pleasant surroundings.
When children cry inconsolably it is overwhelming; those of us who are nearby feel uncomfortable.