I noticed it today when I went out walking. Just a lonely crow, some honking geese. No songbirds. No insects. The wind was nothing more than a current of lazily flowing air. The trees were still. There was this hush. I think we don’t quite realize the soundtrack created by the lives of innumerable small things in the warmer months. And then they go and there’s a quiet that the humans can’t quite dispel. A motorcycle zoomed by, last days of freedom style, and still I heard the power in the hawk’s wings overhead as it left its branch to find a spot further away. My feet through the crunchy leaves. The scamper of a squirrel. What’s left is exposed in all this quiet, and it’s just beginning. I like it. It feels a bit like an invitation to join in the long rest of winter. Soothes the soul some.
Due to my disability I spend more and more time isolated now from those sounds. Just the other day we walked close to a bush full of sparrows chirping. So glad for me to be the one hearing it. Normally I'm straining to hear something others point out
Very nice description of autumn, my favourite season. I've started bringing in small branches of autumn leaves and putting them in a vase so i can enjoy it inside too.
