I've always been a listener.
I understand that there are things that to know you have to listen and in doing so you also learn that there are things you have to hear to understand:
I think often of the sound of frogs and crickets when they return to my backyard. Well, really they are about a 1/8of a mile away down at the 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 never really notice when they stop, sometime around the first frost I'd guess, but their return is a wonderful reminder that spring is nearly here.
Which makes 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 Charlotte Motor Speedway 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 know what but symbolic just the same.
Breakfast at the Fairmont in New Orleans during an early morning thunderstorm in June. It's the sound, the feeling of the :Big Easy" linen silver 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.
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