“When I am silent, I fall into a place where everything is music.” Rumi

In the stillness, raindrops, bird song and shuttering spruce boughs sing with wild abandon.
Squirrels toss cones to the ground with a loud thud. Waves lick the sand with their erotic salty kisses.
Eagle’s wings pulse against air carrying sticks to their nest.
At last, the dominant sounds in nature are natural, not man made.
Everything is music.