I was out running yesterday and there was a cushion of sound, a papery hum, that accompanied me for a long stretch.
At first I thought it was the standard ambient noise of my run: a bit of mountain wind, shards of birdsong, maybe an underlying rush of water from the creek in the middle of the nearby forest (but only if it’s just rained). And then there’s the busy road at the lower end of our village, and the occasional plane above. It’s a familiar palette.
But this was closer, and I was pounding along and breathing heavily, so the soft crackle carpet of this sound took a while to push through to my awareness enough to make me stop and take a detour into the neighboring field.
I should have known all along. A field of rowdy insect song, full of hidden animals drunk on the heat of a summer morning.
So I thought I’d share it.