Two moments of silence come to mind. One would be the times when it is so quiet in the house that I can hear my cats breathing. True, they both snore at times, but generally the serenity of a sleeping cat magnified by the stillness around us makes for a real sense of peace. The other time was over the summer, very late at night outside, when the air was almost still but there was just the slightest breeze, the stars were so clear, and the dogwood leaves almost glowed in the night. It was silence that seemed to heighten what could be seen, and it just had to be savored. I could think of more, silence is something I really appreciate because there doesn't seem to be enough of it.