Listening. Listening. Listening.

I opened the sliding glass door in my study this morning. So that I could better listen to the birds. Even with the door closed, I can hear the birds. But now the chorus is louder. Makes me think that my hearing is still good. At age 75. But I suppose it’s not as good as when I was younger. Maybe now, though, I’m more sensitive. More aware. Albeit, I can’t identify the sounds of particular birds. There are a conglomeration of sounds. Beautiful sounds. I was thinking about putting on a CD. I have so many. Thousands. But I’m in the mood to immerse myself in the natural sounds of nature today. Listening. Listening. Listening. –Jim Broede