Last evening I opened a window, as the temperature dropped a few degrees, making for good sleeping conditions. Too early for A/C. The beauty of evening where I call home is that the winds usually diminish, and there is a nice calm in the air. But there are sounds, like the distant buzz from the highway about 1/2 mile away, or the more local traffic which occasionally make their case for existence. Perhaps some other noises that one can only imagine in suburbs of the city.
I love the calm, but I love the vibrant factor that a city can bring. But I also treasure those days when we lived beyond the perimeter, when there were fewer man-made sounds, and far more of nature's best. Like the wind blowing against the plentiful trees that seemed to magnify even the gentlest of movement. The crickets. The sound of quiet.
But it does all come together, when you arise early and the birds do want to announce the new day, whether it be in the country or the city. Time to get up! Time to see what this new day has to bring.
I love the calm, but I love the vibrant factor that a city can bring. But I also treasure those days when we lived beyond the perimeter, when there were fewer man-made sounds, and far more of nature's best. Like the wind blowing against the plentiful trees that seemed to magnify even the gentlest of movement. The crickets. The sound of quiet.
But it does all come together, when you arise early and the birds do want to announce the new day, whether it be in the country or the city. Time to get up! Time to see what this new day has to bring.
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