I stop and look around,
and think how I can convey the sounds I’m hearing.
Well, I can’t. But I can try telling you.
There are always bird sounds.
Usually, the sweet tweeting bird sounds you’re probably imagining right now.
Sometimes, though, blue jays or crows battle each other, or warn off intruders
with loud kaw-kaw-kawing.
The other sound is running water.
Not rushing water, but a trickle.
The gentle, trickling sound of a barely moving stream.
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