Wordless

Life During the two minutes silence I bowed my head, close my eyes and listened. There was still sound. The broken fan in the office clattering away. The sea gull on the buildings nearby. The cars and vans still driving past. The rustle as wind throws papers from someone's desk to the floor. The creaks of chairs. The wood settling on desks. The ping of an email arriving. My own breathing. It was more of a wordless two minutes, our country rendered voluntarily speechless because there's nothing else the majority of us could do.