There has been a sense of silence in the air over these past few smoggy days, even with the chatter of birds and clanging of utility trailers on the road.
Something about smoky, dank air and the inability to see the sun creates a silence, almost suggesting that the world has stood still.
We all know the opposite to be true, but still the visuals have affected our perspective with a stillness unlike the usual days of sunshine, clouds, rain and wind.
Anyway, whether or not the above makes sense is no big deal to me except that I did read the piece below this morning and thought about the eerie but calming silence of late.
I also found this particular article fascinating from beginning to end, especially because we humans have created a world of noise where a stretch of total silence is truly golden.
Hope you take time to read it and to appreciate your treasured moments of silence.
https://www.afar.com/magazine/gordon-hempton-quiet-parks-international-saving-quiet?utm_source=pocket-newtab
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
from Simon and Garfunkel's "Sounds of Silence"
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Now, back to some "slight-detour" noise.
We had some noise come into the driveway yesterday morning when Dennis Warren, soon-to-retired owner of Red Owl Construction, brought us a load of sand for the round pen.
His truck is pretty noisy, but it was a welcome sight, especially with memories of CB falling down twice in the same spot while I was lunging him in the round pen the other day.
No more cantering, I decided, until we can improve the footing inside the outdoor training pen.
After a nice visit with Dennis, who has brought us sand and gravel over the years since we moved here, I brought the tractor and loader to the pen.
It took about 20 minutes to distribute piles of sand around the end of the enclosure.
Then, Bill and I went to work with shovels and rakes.
At first, I thought I should have ordered two loads of sand, but once the manual work began and I could feel my muscles at work which generally don't do much work, I figured one load was certainly enough.
Over time, we formed a wide track around the rail where, CB will practice his walks, trots, canters and reverses during sessions over the fall months---hopefully without falling down.
I must disclose, however, that "oh, what a fall there was," as he raced out to the hay field to Lily and Lefty.
His morning routine, once he reaches his buddies, is to spend a minute or two taunting them, by standing on his back legs and leaping or bucking into the air.
Well, that was pretty impressive, as usual, this morning until suddenly CB's back legs slid and down he went, ending up on his back.
He thought about it a minute and then jumped back up to continue his fun.
Now, it's time to shut up and give you some silence so you can read that story.
Happy Wednesday.
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