If I were to step outside during an early evening of a waning summer, I would be surrounded by sound. The source is largely derived from small beings.
Concert in the Woods
A darkness prevails in the understory of the woods, but the green leaves at the very tops of the oak trees remain illuminated by a retreating sun. The piercing call of a northern flicker cuts through the woods while robins softly purp. Hurried twitters of more birds start and stop and fade into a decrescendo with distance as the singers fly away to their roosts for the evening.
