Last weekend driving home from St. Louis on Sunday was very pleasant. Up early & off, all the fields of new grass & new crops were silver grey with dew & the air was so cleanly fresh & freshly clean - I slowly began to be aware that there was something particularly pecular to what used to be the best of my young growing-up world. A smell was there - not just a country side smell or a spring smell, but a Missouri countryside spring & summer smell. What it is I am not wise or trained enough to know but it was a coming home at last.
We stopped at a wildlife refuge near Troy (?) - back off a side road into absolute quiet. We got out of the car & absorbed & breathed & listened & loved all of it. D. left the road to attend as privately as he could to a natural need & afterwards he returned, shoes & trousers wet - almost to the knees. Looking back his trail was clearly seen - the tall weedy grasses were in their naked pale green where his going had shaken the morning moisture free. It was 7:30 in the morning.
It seemed such complete quiet & yet when I closed my eyes we all stood still & listened there was incredible noise - birds of numerous stories - tones & sounds above and far off, farm dogs barked & a distant rooster crowed - it was incredibly beautiful - the sounds of silence & of life.
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