Five Minute Friday: Loud

On Fridays, we write along with our other Five Minute Friday wordsmith. Here's today's little offering:

For someone who like solitude, the word loud can be threatening. It intrudes upon the solitude; it drives away deep thought. It interrupts concentration. It is a preventer, a roadblock.

My mother, at times, used the word loud to describe visual things, too. A visual—fabric, picture, decorating scheme-- that was loud was colorful without regard to what matched. It was garish, and it fairly hummed with tension as well as harmony between colors. A loud visual always evoked emotion—either the strong desire to fix it, or the intense attraction to the life the colors created. It could not be ignored.

Maybe I should be loud more often.