The water
makes a sound like trickling as it falls down, not very far – it's
almost quiet. Mother and daughter, speaking between awed faces with
voices that drift away, they barely disturb the silence. A friend is
with them, leans down and takes a picture. Construction-site noises
in the background, the melodious grating of a circular blade winds
through the greenery. See trees moving but hear no wind. Feel no
cold. Breathe shimmering stillness. The water, trickle,
trickle.
“Come on!” urges the little girl with her mother and friend, they're behind me now. Some distant crashing is muffled by the all encompassing surrounds, these sounds enter and bounce off a craggy rock face. Maybe a plane, up above? Or just the unidentifiable rushing movements of the world, keeping pace. Staying in movement. Never stops
That was a bird, there was a definite chirp, unmistakeable. Tiny insects hover in front of this scene, too close for eyes to focus. More voices drift in, and out, and the water falls, and then ripples off into the reeds. The constant sounds of silence. Trickle, trickle, trickle.
Peace, Taco.
“Come on!” urges the little girl with her mother and friend, they're behind me now. Some distant crashing is muffled by the all encompassing surrounds, these sounds enter and bounce off a craggy rock face. Maybe a plane, up above? Or just the unidentifiable rushing movements of the world, keeping pace. Staying in movement. Never stops
That was a bird, there was a definite chirp, unmistakeable. Tiny insects hover in front of this scene, too close for eyes to focus. More voices drift in, and out, and the water falls, and then ripples off into the reeds. The constant sounds of silence. Trickle, trickle, trickle.
Peace, Taco.
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