On the eve of the New Year, I took an early morning hike up to a rock outcropping on the Land Trust trail called Buzzard’s Roost. There is a light frost and the sun is rising over Monte Sano. In the coolness of the morning, squirrels are busy collecting food for the coming winter and small birds are about getting a morning meal.
The Buzzard’s Roost outcropping is formed where Monte Sano and Chapman Mountains connect at an angle, with Huntsville in the distance. This rock cropping is not about the view, trees have long blocked any view of the city. This rock cropping is about the sound. The angle of the two mountains amplifies the sounds of the city. At this point, I can hear the traffic of a waking city, people going to work, running errands, and going about their lives. But, underneath the sounds of the city, I hear the slight sounds of a waking forest. I hear the squirrels scurrying in the autumn leaves and the birds rustling the vegetation. I hear an ever so slight breeze in the tops of the trees. At the base of the cliff, I hear the spring gurgling from the rocks.
As we start a New Year, we are overwhelmed with the amplified noise of news, politics, and divisions. Right now, I take a break, listening to the flow of the quietness.