An old man with a cup stood by a shop. I truly hoped the barista had a mop. "Pardon me, Sir, but I believe you're leaking." He said, "Just be grateful my soul’s not creaking. You know that sound that accompanies silence? That eerie feeling when all is quiet? The other noise that accompanies loud talk? It tries to hide behind sound as a backdrop. It plagues us all at one time or another. Just be grateful if you have your druthers. The drip of the faucet is less annoying Than a soul that’s constantly pouring."