Thursday, June 27, 2019

After Silence

The faintest warble of the thrush comes from deep in the woods, even before light. The tiniest warp in the cool air, as if the sound was not apart but deep within the cochleae. Before joined by the raucous jay, the trill of the junco, the staccato drill of the chippie, before the cock his strutting wail begins; a reminder of how rare silence is.

-Patricia Thrushart
http://patriciathrushart.com

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