I have been out on my balcony for about a full minute. Nothing moves, everything is silent—Now, a jet goes overhead, okay—but I mean it looked like a still life rather than real life. Not a breath of wind stirred the tenderest, highest leaves across from me, the street down from me was devoid of traffic pedestrian or automotive. Miami Beach is a big city, and dense. Not known as a place that rolls up the sidewalks at 10:30, know what I mean. Sort of known for its night LIFE.  And a silent city is an uncanny thing.