The weather was perfect on the way home. It was warm and cloudy. More important than the weather, though, was the noise. There was none. I heard wind and I heard traffic, but those fade into the background as white noise, kind of like the soothing drone of the fan that lulls me to sleep. All day, I had heard nothing but strident voices and bad news. A whole twenty minutes or so of not talking to anyone really helped me chill out.