Pace on Earth

Sounds of Silence

I make no secret of the fact that I am very happy to live here is New Brunswick. Its the people that keep me here but I also have a great love of the place itself. It is my comfort zone.

One of the things I like best about the Maritimes is that we do, indeed, enjoy 4 distinct seasons. Each of these seasons has its own sensory indicators from the colors - white in winter, green in summer - to the smells - stale dog shit and lilacs in the spring, fresh cut grass in the summer. But my favourite of these senses are the sounds of the seasons.

In summer its the sounds of the breeze cutting through sticky air ruffling the full foliage on the trees and the intermitent sound of thunder and rainstorms falling on my rooftop. In fall its the sound of dried leaves trembling on the trees and crunching underfoot. In Winter its the sound of snow falling (Normy swears he can here this - must be a Norwegian thing), the different crunch of snow underfoot, and the sounds of car engines struggling to start. In Spring its the squishy sound of slush and, later, the sound of the trees filling up. Sometime around the end of May, when we get a good rainfall, the trees suck up that water and their leaves go to full bloom. Although that probably takes place over a matter of weeks I've associated a sound with it; PHOOOMP is the best way I can descibe it. Once I hear that sound (or imagine hearing that sound) it means summer has started. I heard it after the rains last weekend.

So despite summer being a couple of weeks away on the calender its underway in my eyes. Time to dust off the flip flops. Sweet.

Pace out.

Labels: Freddy Beach

posted by Vitamin S @ 5:50 p.m.