It's strange. It is the sound of finding a frozen over lake in late september, wind scraping your skin in billowing gusts; Gentle, yet searing in that familar sense of cold. A woodpecker drills for larvae in a tree, miles away, as the sound of traffic accompanies it in that same distance. The gray, barren woods are far from silent, and yet feel more quiet than they've ever felt before. Thank you for this.
It's strange.
It is the sound of finding a frozen over lake in late september, wind scraping your skin in billowing gusts; Gentle, yet searing in that familar sense of cold. A woodpecker drills for larvae in a tree, miles away, as the sound of traffic accompanies it in that same distance. The gray, barren woods are far from silent, and yet feel more quiet than they've ever felt before.
Thank you for this.
Very nice 👍🏼😊 thank you !
hi! can u play " Merry-Go-Round of Life" by Joe Hisaishi