Little Inklings 2025

THE QUIET NOISE By Charles Louis ’30 The sound of it all masking it all. No one can appreciate how when one opens up, everything comes back. The simple sound of water gushing, the simple smell of flowers should be enough. But it was not, the head waited for months singing better and better. No one could hear it because of the sound of peace. No one could smell it because of the smell of good. Or rather for them, the horrible smell of flowers and the ear burning sound of water. Only found when past - not because of the greatness of the location, but rather Orpheus found by mistake. The nymphs surprised of the beauty of the spot and the song. Orpheus singing the songs of life, death, and love. Songs of beauty, songs of pain, and of course songs with earfuls of joy. When the graceful women sat, they appreciated the sundering. They went home with a new sense, better than sadness Beauty. 64