A needed overture
This morning I was awoken not by sirens or random people shouting, but by the call of a Carolina Wren. It then gave way to church bells ringing, then to my housemate turning on the shower, and ultimately into the usual anthropogenic noise of a groggy Monday morning.
Yet I felt at peace hearing that bird singing in the back yard, and I wonder how many people have the chance to slow down and listen to a Carolina Wren or other sounds of nature first thing in the morning?
Probably not a whole lot of people appreciate those subtleties. Or maybe it's more than just the fact that they can't or won't appreciate something like that - maybe it's a sign of their disconnect from nature, and their disconnect from the world around them.
Perhaps I'm being over-analytical. I still think, though, that waking up to the call of a backyard songbird is a necessary overture to anyones workweek.
Yet I felt at peace hearing that bird singing in the back yard, and I wonder how many people have the chance to slow down and listen to a Carolina Wren or other sounds of nature first thing in the morning?
Probably not a whole lot of people appreciate those subtleties. Or maybe it's more than just the fact that they can't or won't appreciate something like that - maybe it's a sign of their disconnect from nature, and their disconnect from the world around them.
Perhaps I'm being over-analytical. I still think, though, that waking up to the call of a backyard songbird is a necessary overture to anyones workweek.
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