A Friend of Silence

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Walking to Belfast Friends Meeting yesterday, I looked down Union Street toward the horizon to what seemed an impenetrable matte-white cloud bank below which a sliver of arctic blue sky offered itself. I stopped and reached out my hand as if to peel back the clouds to reveal just a bit more of that blue — like an addict or an explorer. That blue. I was grinning ear to ear. Before my brain kicked in, I had a moment of delight and maybe contentment. There…