I’ve been outside three times this morning…and it’s not yet seven-thirty. The puppies woke me way too early.
I am troubled by the silence…the sounds I don’t hear. I seem to be drawn to the quiet like a moth to a flame. Everything is muted, even the vehicles climbing up the grade toward Hendersonville.
I don’t understand the silence and I am a bit disturbed. Usually, the birds and bees are active by this time, chirping and buzzing. But nothing is moving…just the toad that keeps trying to find a way into my house and the mosquito he must be chasing.
I don’t really mind the toad and admire his persistence. I wish he would nab the mosquito. The blind puppy dogs seem to mind, picking up his scent and leading me to his location. Waiting patiently for their “good dog” treats after I remove the interloper to his normal habitat. Where is that damn mosquito?
Now I am looking at the bird feeders and they are not attracting any kind of activity…squirrels included. I squint into the pre-dawn light to see if they were emptied during the night.
Did some spaceship descend from the heavens and abduct my wildlife deciding they didn’t need my toad? I’ve seen too many end of the world movies.
My murder of crows has been quite active recently but not this morning. Why I wonder? Why are gatherings of crows called murders? As I ponder, I realize I really have seen too many horror movies and am crazy as a loon.
It is as if the very air is absorbing sound. Not a leaf moving. The citronella torches I just lit are burning straight up, reaching toward heaven. The heavily scented smoke defies gravity, swirling neither left or right as it disappears toward space.
It has been hot and dry…for us. I think that makes us all crazy…wildlife included. Mid-nineties in the foothills of the Blue Ridge. Pre-dawn has become after dawn and there is no dew on the grass at all. We need rain badly and a break from the heat. It is as if the wildlife has already hunkered down in a cool place for the day. Maybe that’s why the toad continues to break and enter.
Maybe it just my diminished hearing or my increasingly bad mood. I find myself anxious and a bit depressed. Am I depressed because of…or is because of why I am depressed? I don’t know. I don’t know if I even make sense.
What I do know is the silence is as oppressive as the building humidity and heat.
According to the local weather guru, there is hope on the horizon. Rain chances increase late in the week. Nothing for sure…just like life. Maybe what rain we do get will wash away the silence…or maybe I should get off my ass and make some noise.
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