Four Seasons Drummer ((install)) Here

The year began in silence. The snow melted, leaving the earth soggy and gray. The villagers were quiet, waiting for color to return.

One morning, a single drop of water fell from the eaves of Silas’s shelter and splashed onto the dust.

When the heat settled over the valley like a heavy blanket, the drum changed. The wool mallets were set aside. Silas picked up rods of hickory, hard and unyielding.

The villagers learned to listen to the silence. They learned that rest is a rhythm, too.