Noise

"Noise"

It's quiet, it's calm, it's the break of dawn when only the occasional cry of seagulls echo in the morning fog. They crow, they screech, they call in a seemingly endless search never to find an outcome and like all living things, they go about their business doing their thing -- their purpose unknown -- just like ours. The sound is identical to the sounds I grew up with, and they transport me back to a simpler time.

The water is still, with wind-driven ripples dancing this way and that like a slow monochromatic wet waltz. Lapping against the boat hulls breaking the silence with its liquid splat and as soon as the sound dies, it is replaced by the next -- consistent, and continual.

All at once, the northern breeze wooshes in and creates a unexpected chorus much like that of a orchestra warming up at the start of an opera. Excitement builds as the instruments of nature begin to tune. The flagpole lines "ting" against the metal pole, the trees rustle and bow in their pre-show warmups, the wind brushes the surface of the water. Then just as the wind reaches its climax, the instruments go silent. 

It's easy to understand what peace is and it's easy to conceptualize the notion of achieving peace of mind. Dramaless, stressless, and pure... nature provides us its own prozac... if only more people knew how to prescribe.