It's been four days since I lost my voice to laryngitis. Life without speech can at times be blissful; you can choose to disengage with a jolly good excuse. It can also be frustrating; you lose the power of vocal expression, and you resign to using a nod, a shake of the head, the waving of hands, and sometimes exagerrated facial expression. It's like living in a cocooned world, where daylight seeps through the gaps of the willow above water, worn thin by the constant movement of ducks.
