I've missed the sound of birds.
Where I lived before, apart from the cry of a seagull (more on my love for this special guy, later) or the harsh caw of a crow (also a personal favourite), the air was mostly permeated with the very human sounds of transport trucks, airplanes, car alarms.
I walked yesterday along the harbour and down past tall grasses to the beach, and all the way birds were singing. Twittering and chirping. Peeping and whistling. The wind was in my ears, and my face in the sun as I sauntered along.
Last night my husband and I watched The Lord of The Rings in our new apartment. It struck me, in the scenes of grassy meadows, that there was no background of traffic noise. It was weird. And wonderful.
There has been talk lately about noise pollution, and the effect it has on a person's health. Excessive noise has been linked to hightened stress levels, hypertention, aggression and depression. But what are we to do about it?
Stop and listen right now. Is your fridge humming? Are the cars going by?
Most of this noise is unavoidable in daily life, but in any case, it helps me to cherish those moments when it all goes away: When the sound of crickets under a starry sky is the only sound for miles.
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Experiences like yours probably tops the list of what I miss most of living in Squamish. I used to have a nice spot on the river where I could go and just relax and listen to the river flowing past and the birds chirp.
ReplyDeleteSoothing, right?
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