I was glad to see more people using rakes than leaf blowers today. The neighborhood retained the peace of autumnal air as it sounds with a soft scratch of leaves brushing one another in in their glorious, colorful, shifted forms. Our ears likely ache for the subtleties of sounds found constantly in the natural world. None ever to be precisely repeated, but ever in the deepest variance of a single, layered moment of lives interacting.
Such wonders still preside, aside the drone and clamor of our motorized convenience, artificially curated selections of record, the cacophony of ceaseless commentary within and around. Such a delicate and deep relief, to discern how sweet sounds arise, released by the deep quiet of awakening winds. Cleansing the unclenched mind.