Friday, February 20, 2015

Found, Day 3

Heard suddenly while walking: the softest rattle of leaves in the wind (oak leaves, clinging to their tree in spite of every kind of wind.) Not what I expected in this bareness of winter. The neighboring tree was an evergreen, whirring. This is the first time I've ever considered, maybe, that different trees might have different voices. I will need to listen more carefully.

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