Day 101
I was surprised at how much there was to hear today. I was early, so I sat down on the newly green grass for a few minutes and just listened. I watched how the light played on the branches of the trees, sharply contrasting shadows. It was good photography light, but there wasn't a lot to take pictures of and I didn't have my camera anyway.
The first thing I heard was the birdsong. There was a lot of it. I picked out at least three different songs. I think there was a bobwhite in there somewhere.
After a while, I focused on the background noises. The hum of airplanes overhead as they approached the nearby airports, the sound of cars on the road nearby. The occasional yell of a kid out enjoying the sun. I wondered what it would be like to not hear those sounds, to truly hear the world as it is, and not how we have made it.
And that's when I heard it. Underneath everything, the birdsong, the airplanes, the children, underneath all of that. At the edge of my hearing, I heard the spring peepers. It had been there all along, and I really can't imagine how there are that many small frogs already with the weather the way its been, but I heard them peeping. Once I heard them, I couldn't hear anything else without hearing the frogs also. I'd heard the birds before, but now it was birds and frogs, cars and frogs, kids and frogs.
I'm sure they had been there all along, but it wasn't until I started separating out the sounds that I found them. I sat for a few more minutes, unnoticed, and just listened.
The first thing I heard was the birdsong. There was a lot of it. I picked out at least three different songs. I think there was a bobwhite in there somewhere.
After a while, I focused on the background noises. The hum of airplanes overhead as they approached the nearby airports, the sound of cars on the road nearby. The occasional yell of a kid out enjoying the sun. I wondered what it would be like to not hear those sounds, to truly hear the world as it is, and not how we have made it.
And that's when I heard it. Underneath everything, the birdsong, the airplanes, the children, underneath all of that. At the edge of my hearing, I heard the spring peepers. It had been there all along, and I really can't imagine how there are that many small frogs already with the weather the way its been, but I heard them peeping. Once I heard them, I couldn't hear anything else without hearing the frogs also. I'd heard the birds before, but now it was birds and frogs, cars and frogs, kids and frogs.
I'm sure they had been there all along, but it wasn't until I started separating out the sounds that I found them. I sat for a few more minutes, unnoticed, and just listened.
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