What's This Blog About?

Pacific Grove is nearly an island - it is in the minds of people who live here - "surrounded" on two sides by the blue cold ocean. In a town that's half water and half land, we're in a specific groove where we love nature but also love to leave and see what the rest of the world is doing. Welcome along!

Friday, June 18, 2010

Listening

There is nothing moving anywhere.  There are no crickets.

Have you heard bees, seen fireflies, watched a mirror become a lake when dawn's breath exhaled?

Where can I go to hear only the natural world?

When did cricket voices cease?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Perhaps the crickets miss Tarzan, too? Team up with the crickets to find him. cc