Sometimes when I'm out for a walk I wish I could do it in my socks because shoes make too much noise. When Puget Sound's summer fog rolls through my woods in the early mornings the play is utterly magical. A great variety of birds twitter through the treetops on any day of the week but the density of fog.... This morning it played a timpani tribute, falling water droplets creating a symphony of sounds and tones as they dripped, leaf by leaf, to the ground, blended by the brush strokes of moss and cedar bough.
I have heard this music before,
saith the body.
... Mary Oliver ...
And so I stopped to just listen.
©2012 Mindy Danylak
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