There is a quiet to the mountains that I am not sure exists in other locations. While sounds rolls across the desert for miles or silence seems so complete, the mountains are the sounds of nature and wildlife.
While thunder rolls just within reach, I bury myself in a quilt and fall into thoughts accompanied by a cricket symphony with only the pines and the breeze as guest artists.
I note, but do not miss, the sounds of traffic.
Right now, surrounded by life and nature and the sounds of the world without people, I am at a loss as to why we believe that progress is making room for more cars, more lights, and less silence, space, and nature.