52 THE CEDARVILLE REVIEW were down. I don’t know what you listen to on a day like that. - God made noise when He walked in the garden. If I could ask them anything, I’d ask Adam and Eve if they missed the sound of His footsteps. The garden alone would have been a blessing. A rushing waterfall, a muted symphony sung by the wind passing through the leaves, dewy blades of grass squeaking as they folded under Adam and Eve’s feet. Animals introducing themselves as Adam called them by name. Birds teaching them to sing, the first human hums. The first laughs. Everything they would ever need, and everything they had ever known. But they had more than the garden: God walked alongside them. They could hear Him, not His voice only, but His movement through the world He’d given them. Was His presence constant, like white noise, always humming in the background? Until one day, like the power cutting out and the fan that helps you sleep powering down, they did wrong and the world was suddenly quiet. The story doesn’t say whether they received further instruction. Whether anything was ever the same again. Whether they could ask questions anymore. Whether they ever heard from Him again. Maybe, after the garden, Eve knelt over a basket she was weaving, one of the first baskets there ever
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