The woods this afternoon weren’t silent, but quiet. It’s hot, it’s the early afternoon. A few birds chirping. The creek trickling. A very slight breeze moving leaves In the trees, but the grasses were almost totally still. Quiet. Being attuned to the quiet after working hard in the morning felt right. Sitting against the oak tree. Quiet.
There was one exception, the mosquitoes. They were very active. Keeping them at bay did take some concentration that I would have rather given to the woods around me. But, then again, they also were the woods around me. Not the most pleasant aspect of the woods, but of the woods. Maybe they kept my concentration on the woods more intent than on other days. Even with them, it was quiet.