While drifting about in our hot tub late in the evening, Desiree asked, “Is that crickets I’m hearing?”
Like a dog set out to hunt, I cocked
my head in several directions. “It might be crickets, but I don’t hear a
thing.”
Fact: the world is going quiet on me.
As part of the normal aging process, my ears are tuning out higher frequencies.
Essentially, my mechanical parts are wearing out. And now, species by species,
insects are falling into silence around me. This summer, the chirping crickets
and singing whiz-by whatnots have taken the stage to an audience now deaf to
them.
Some songbirds are likely to join them onstage in the future—singing the sounds of silence.
The show goes on, whether I can hear
it or not.
—Mitchell Hegman
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