It seems different this year. There isn’t the crisp silence and snow crunch…however, the sounds are present. Have you listened to the birds this week? Are your ears open?
I am inspired by John Muir,1871 journal: (via mysticmamma )
“As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I’ll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I’ll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can.”
