The sound of frogs and crickets has returned to my backyard. Well, really they are about a 1/4 mile away down at the tidal creek. But the open expanse of golf course fairway allows the soothing sound of clicks and chirps to travel to my bedroom window effortlessly.
I don't remember when they stopped, sometime around the first frost I'd guess, but their return is a wonderful reminder that spring is nearly here.
Which made me think about all the other sounds I think are awesome.
Rain at Augusta National during Masters Week.
The North Beach on Green Turtle Cay on any day. You just got to be there.
Blue Sky Basin Vail, CO at 4 PM in January. The wind against the spruce and fur trees and the snow under your skis.
LAX at Midnight the silence.
Times Square on New Year's Eve, the calliope of mankind's drunkenness.
Turn 4 at Lowes Motor Speedyway during the final lap of the 600 it's hard to say whether the crowd or the cars are louder.
The Freight Apron at Atlanta's Hartsfield International during the 2AM push. The rise and fall of jet engines on departing flights There is something symbolic about that sound. I don't what but symbolic just the same.
Breakfast at the Fairmont in New Orleans during an early morning thunderstorm in July. It's the sound, the feeling of the big easy, linen and china, a slower pace that's even slower when there no reason to hurry.
The arches at Union Station St. Louis at Mid Day Christmas week. If you don't know I'm not sure I can explain. If you do know I'll let you whisper it to me.
Sea Buoy at Bar Harbor Maine on a foggy night in October.
A 800 foot container ship passing under you while standing on the Ravenel Bridge Charleston at high tide.
That cat that moans and groans on the roof above my bedroom before an approaching storm.
I wonder if anyone else is listening?