Was it summer breathing a sigh of relief? The chaos of spring has waned and a restful quiet has settled in. The marsh proffers its stage for the evening to please anyone who listens. Above and to the right we have a pileated woodpecker caws as the frog section below begins to join in with their peculiarly percussive rhythm. A heron not far off adds a solo piece for all to fear with its eerily jurassic sound. The air is so still you could send a smoke ring 100 yards and it would perfectly hold it’s form. A kingfisher broadcasted its declarations in its hasty rush to its position. The crickets had assembled and the owls were conducting a chilling inquiry of the night.
Such beauty comes together as an ensemble born from real chaos. How can so much uncoordinated noise cause such a breathtaking effect; a gravely arresting plea to listen a moment. Because these are the moments we keep. These very personal experiences. Weakly worded phrases and partially scrambled descriptions won’t translate persuasively. These brief moments when it’s just you and the mystery. Any attempt at description would fall flat. This moment, this one, isn’t something that was meant to be shared. The best you can do is say, “You had to be there.” You will take this one home and remember it the rest of your life.
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