Some time in May, the kids and I took a neighborhood walk. We turned a corner and were struck by a sound.
Honestly, there are so many sounds in our world right now. I get so overwhelmed. We are not particularly good at talking one at a time. Many are in the habit of just making non-sense sounds: clicks, snaps, whistles, drumming, balls, rhythms, taps, shouts, calls, 1/2 songs, laughs, beats, beeps. As I type, and Will reads quietly beside me, we both listen to our groaning dog (he's joined the party) and our too-high-to-reach smoke alarm that has been beeping, well, over a year! We don't actually hear it any more.
But, on that walk, I sure did hear the frogs - "the spring peepers." It seems like a miracle that on one day, they just wake up and sing. We received their call, and felt grateful. For spring, for taking a walk, for a sound that had been hiding away so long. And I was grateful we all noticed.
