Woke up before sunrise. Watched as the thin grey light of pre-dawn crept in through the window. Delicate gossamer casting strange static across the room. The woods were so quiet. There was a heavy hush that had a tangible weight to it. I watched and waited. The grey light brightened almost imperceptibly. And suddenly… suddenly the silence was replaced by a cacophonous symphony, a thousand voices calling out from the trees. Chirps and whistles, croaks and squeaks and slithers. I could only imagine that the woods had suddenly become populated by a parade of Seussian creatures announcing the arrival of morning.
notes from the woods
Woke up before sunrise. Watched as the thin grey light of pre-dawn crept in through the window. Delicate gossamer casting strange static across the room. The woods were so quiet. There was a heavy hush that had a tangible weight to it. I watched and waited. The grey light brightened almost imperceptibly. And suddenly… suddenly the silence was replaced by a cacophonous symphony, a thousand voices calling out from the trees. Chirps and whistles, croaks and squeaks and slithers. I could only imagine that the woods had suddenly become populated by a parade of Seussian creatures announcing the arrival of morning.
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