The sound of the Rockies at daybreak is golden, but not silent.
Gone for me is the unrelenting din of freeway traffic, leaf blowers, rap music blaring from passing cars, airplanes, garbage trucks beeping, traffic choppers hovering and morning joggers yelling into their cell phones to ‘hook up at Starbucks.’
That auditory overload of civilization has been exchanged for the wind in the pines, rattling of antlers, gurgling of trout, chipmunk chirps, elk bugling, the flutter of aspen leaves and the occasional screech of a hawk.
No, it is not silent in the Rockies, but to my ears, the music is golden.
#Rockymountainhigh #colorado #music
Gone for me is the unrelenting din of freeway traffic, leaf blowers, rap music blaring from passing cars, airplanes, garbage trucks beeping, traffic choppers hovering and morning joggers yelling into their cell phones to ‘hook up at Starbucks.’
That auditory overload of civilization has been exchanged for the wind in the pines, rattling of antlers, gurgling of trout, chipmunk chirps, elk bugling, the flutter of aspen leaves and the occasional screech of a hawk.
No, it is not silent in the Rockies, but to my ears, the music is golden.
#Rockymountainhigh #colorado #music
