Beyond this verdant bank of green, the valley drops to the old stone water steps feeding into a small, shaded sluice pond.
Walking along our lane, the sound of the water changes depending on the density of the vegetation and how far I am from the source.
It’s the same sound, but I hear it differently.
It makes me wonder about how sound carries and the impact of our physical and emotional environment on how we hear each other.
Maybe I would listen differently if I moved a little closer.