Heard an NPR thingy on the radio about a guy who travels to extremely remote areas where the silence levels are at extreme levels. The NPR guy was reduced to tears in the spot he was taken to.
Why a city boy like me lives in a forested area now. Not remote or as quiet as the NPR thingy. But closer to nature. And yeah, I forgot.
Stepped out to get something from the car a couple days ago and was stunned by the white billowy clouds next to the blue of the skies at sunset, with pinks and orange mixed in against the clouds.
Then I noticed the bats circling above my house feeding on bugs.
And silence.
There is something about TREES that makes a huge difference in the quality of life. I can't exactly put my finger on it, but trees make me feel a whole lot better.
Cement does the opposite to me.