I'll take the path of the river over the clamor of the car... The silent hum of the bees' buzz moments before sunrise, moments after I awake. I'll let the California live oaks' sway set my mood and the rhythm of the day... Away from the fenced-in single-squared-in bent, shoddy twiggy trees... Away from the highs of commerce... Away from the depths of transportation... Yes, the rounded cobbles may watch as I arrange myself as the weather demands. My neighbors' silence is never so. My refrigerator reminds me the silent river, equally not, is.