Coming Down From the Mountain, In Silence

So I'm starting this blog cause I ........ well I'm not really sure how to say it.
So I hear more in silence than ever before. I have heard silence for the last 5 months.
There was silence as the wheels from the plane went airborne, and I was on my way to Maine.
There was silence as I was walking up Katahdin, not knowing what I was in for.
There was silence as I stood on the side of a mountain in the 100 Mile Wilderness wondering if I could make it to the top before my whole body quit working.
There was silence as I walked for a whole day thorough the woods and never saw another person.
There was silence as I ate, slept and lived in the woods alone.
There was silence from the trail as I slowly took 5 million steps towards home, and it silently conceded defeat.
There was silence as I walked the last mile to the top of Springer.
And Now there is silence in my basement bedroom, as my eyes search for stars, the silhouettes of the trees against the moonlight, Gods patterns of leaves on a forest floor, but all I see is empty wall space.
I'm bracing for the After Shock.