I don’t always go for a walk at lunch time but when I do….
I hear the breeze whispering
Leaves fluttering
Squirrels scolding
Something scampering
From one spot in the dry crackling underbrush to a more secluded spot that human eyes can’t see
(Wait! What if it was a bear?!)
Crickets humming
Branches creaking
Birds calling
I imagine their conversation
As they too make plans for winter
Traffic sounds, only a minute’s walk away
Seem much more distant
From my seat here in the orchestra section
Heart and Now 