Sounds of Darkness

There was nothing quite like the sound of that darkness. Completely secluded from the world, miles down a vacant dirt road, deep into my very own universe. The tops of the trees surrounding me seemingly caressing the night sky as they disappeared into the thick clouds above. The fresh scent of rain and pine needles awakening my senses and sending my mind on a journey to reconnect with the part of my soul that longed to slow down and just be. For this night was mine, and mine alone. I began to wander down a familiar path, allowing my bare feet to sink into the damp earth until I came to a boulder overlooking a deep canyon. It was here that I claimed sanctuary. Uninterrupted by the white noise of my life which never seemed to falter. I caught myself gazing out into the endless expanse of darkness that lay just beyond the rock’s edge. Hues of black and gray as far as my eyes could see. My only company was the wind, as it gently glided across my skin. I began to let my eyelids grow heavy and my ears take over, surrendering myself to the whispers of nature. As I listened closely, I began to hear the cool breeze rustling through the pines and the distant thundering of the river thousands of feet below. Even my own heartbeat seemed louder now. The rising and falling of my chest echoing through the canyon. All of the sounds cutting through the pitch black night as the forest came alive. It was the perfect symphony just begging to be heard. The sounds of darkness calling out to me because I had dared to take the time to stop and listen.