Ah, it is not even 9pm and already it is getting dark here in NYS. The birds were singing just a moment ago.....many voices all singing their own personal song. After a while, you can hear the differences in the voices....very subtle, but somehow still very distinct. Those voices now are all quiet. A solitary bird calls out, but falters and stops. Somewhere near an insect starts a racket, but is also soon quiet. There is serious trouble for someone, I know because the ambulance and medic race by, but that too is soon distant, then gone.
I see now it is an accident, the fire truck goes by and a few more lighted, fast vehicles.
When I used to hear the peepers, now I hear the crickets and I wonder....are they early this year?
And the bats fly by, and I know there is sound there, but I can't hear it. I do hear the Canadian geese looking for their pond and a place to spend the evening.
And i realize that much of what I experience while outside, in my yard, on this night, is SOUND. Last night at this time I was finishing my first set, making sound that it seemed people were enjoying.....I had lot of people there, listening to the music I made with my friend David, and enjoying it, maybe not as much as I was, but certainly they were having a good time. Making music. A wonderful experience.
The helicopter landed, the ambulance is not there yet...I wish the best for whoever is affected....and whatever best may mean, given the situation.
And I will send this post off before the mosquitoes eat me alive!!!