Feelin Poetical

Friday, March 31, 2006 5:47 AM

I'm just sitting up late, listening to the night sounds. There are so many lovely sounds in the world. There's the sound of the wind. How it moans sadly around the building, how it makes the tree branches creak. The pleasant sigh of a soft breeze.

Then there's less natural things, like the sound a pop can makes when you open it or the pop when you open a sealed glass jar. Or...Wait...

There's a train passing in the distance. I've always loved that sound. The faint rumble of the tracks, felt as much as heard, the almost melancholy sound of the horn blowing that, nontheless, makes my smile and thing of big skies and summer nights. Mmmmmmmm. Night train passing.

Then there is the sound of the season. Each has it's own. In a resent blog I talked about the smell of spring and the sound is similar. Of course there are the animal sounds that were missing in the winter; buzzing insects, chirping and croaking frogs, birds singing. But there's more to it. It's almost as if you can hear the earth waking up. The trees, the grass, the flowers. All starting to stir and to stretch.

Bahh. It's late and I'm babbling. Listen to me. Wool gathering like a moon brain. Still. Right now, at this moment, I am content. And that is all I could ask.

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