The Journey

I love walking, usually I bring along Spotify or Pandora, recently  I experienced  something new for me, I  walked without music, or a podcast, without talk radio pumping sounds of conversations through my ears. I must admit, I thought this is going to be a boring walk. As I walked I noticed the sounds of my footsteps, with each step, I was aware of the sound of my steps as they thumped along the pavement. Smiling to myself, I breathed in the stillness that surrounded me. Slowly songs of the morning filled my ears, bringing a smile to my heart. You know those sounds, a quite song of the Morning Dove, the call of the Pileated Woodpecker, squirrels rustling through the leaves as they scurry around to gather acorns for the winter.  As I continued down the road of ahead, I noticed a farmer was bringing in the fall harvest, in the distance, I could see the red tractor methodically moving back and forth through the rows of corn, the only sound heard, the faint hum of the harvester.  Simple,