Sound and motion

I loved listening to those grasses on my last trip up to Wisconsin. We would stop and pull over onto the side of any country road and immerse ourselves in the sounds of the wind blowing through the reeds. 

At first, it was so quiet out there but soon, I realized, that it was really noisy with the rustling of the grasses, the crickets, the birds and the occasional car that would roar by. We had more than one puzzle-faced farmer look at us taking pictures of ‘nothing’.

—Susan