Yesterday, after I finished the yard work, I took a yard chair, my walking stick, and some water down to the creek. I hadn't been down there in a while so it was nice to sit on a gravel bar and just listen to the sounds and absorb the sights. The creek is not so far removed that I couldn't hear the trucks on the highway a mile away or one of the neighbor kids riding his motorcycle up and down the lane. My solitude was also penetrated by airplanes; one was a silent, silver sliver leaving white contrails as it made it way across the sky and the other was a noisy small craft, possibly a pleasure flyer or maybe a law enforcement plane searching for the "tell tale" green of a marijuana patch. But, I was treated to a symphony of bird song and the sound of the water over rocks almost lulled me to sleep. I wonder what creatures would have crept up to me for a sniff had I nodded off. I don't know how long I sat there, but I had to move my chair twice to follow the shade.