if i sit quietly for long enough, i can recreate in my head the exact sound of fall as i would hear it at age eight. with my bedroom window still open on early september mornings, i would lie in bed, cozy under the covers and listen to the sound of a train whistle being carried on the crisp morning air. the train passed in summertime too, but something about the chill in the air made it sound different. and then of course there was the sound of the fall leaves, and my dad’s crunch on the gravel as he went out to pick up the morning paper–out to the end of the driveway, and back in again.
all this to say, i’m feeling very inspired and thinking i might need to invest in a little recorder of my own. and, that this morning i will crunch as many leaves as possible on my walk to work.
what have you been listening to lately?