Yesterday, I was beached with my paddleboard during a windstorm. The wind blew in inexorable gusts of truth, waves splashed endlessly over my board and feet, as bald eagles and hawks soared blissfully overhead. The cormorants continued diving into the depths; the ducks came into shore. It was a thrill of sound, trees bending, Nature weaving its magic into a promise of silence that never came. Life, mystery... what we hear. "Silence slips away with the alley cat..."
Marvelous piece, Hayden! You breathed sound into my experience, and I'm so grateful.