Henry David Thoreau described his early morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.
I understand. My morning walks give me a fresh new start to each day. They expand my capacity to appreciate life, given our restrictions, something on which I need to work. My reward is a lively concert I hear each morning. It is in the pre-dawn that our feathered friends give us their best songs. Enchantment fills the air with a melodious array of sound, everywhere I go. Nature opens avenues of joy with full instrumentation.
Taking center stage is the cheery brass section with lively chirps, cheeps, sharp whistles and lyrical trilling. Then from high balconies come the deep throaty woodwind doves, with their distinctive cooing as occasional woodpeckers keep the beat. An intermittent bullfrog adds a texture of bass in the lower sections, sounding heavily overstuffed. This composition of sound builds into a crescendo topped with a surprise soloist from a distant platform. A lone rooster, stretching into his full voice, megaphones his short tune. The last of his five-note piece elongates and drifts into an echo, trailing off to places unknown.
Like you, I have my claustrophobic moments, disconnected from my former life. But each day I have an opportunity to feel connected to a larger world. Nature opens that door. Inviting us to her concert and in defiance of our current quarantine, she can expand our confinement. I feel gratitude for my front row seat, surrounded by Nature’s beauty, as designed by the Creator’s own hand. And in response to this full composition of light and sound, I hear the rustling of high branches, like an applause of approval, when Nature’s fresh breath waves through the tall palms. Healing feels like a soothing sound, the sounds of the universe.
Why are birdsongs the sweetest just before sunrise? I found various reasons, one being that they need the quiet to allow for their concert to travel. It is also thought that the dense morning air is more conducive to transmitting sound.
But still another more poetic theory is that birds sing at dawn to heal the world.
I’m all for that! Each day gets us closer.