Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Wealth in Solitude

Rainfall patter in wooded hills.



Shapes of the surroundings delineated by sound.  Low clouds and shadows broken by clear air and light, rustle of leaves overhead, birds alighting in branches with scolding calls.  Stir of movement, fragmented voices, laughter.  Music of the day.

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