Being open to hearing differently

Beyond this verdant bank of green, the valley drops to the old stone water steps feeding into a small, shaded sluice pond.

Walking along our lane, the sound of the water changes depending on the density of the vegetation and how far I am from the source.

It’s the same sound, but I hear it differently.

It makes me wonder about how sound carries and the impact of our physical and emotional environment on how we hear each other.

Maybe I would listen differently if I moved a little closer.