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reflecting

walking conversations

on Mon 19 Dec 2016

about pausing and listening

I'm writing this to the crunchy sound of feet kicking dry leaves – on a YouTube stream that I've discovered yesterday when I was working on a poem about snowy owls. I was surprised to discover hours of sound recordings of arctic wind, snow storms, snow falling on trees and it helped greatly to focus my mind. I was less surprised now to find there's also a great selection of leave rustling sounds out there.

We walked through dry leaves today through what's left of autumn in Victoria Park.