Each season has unique sounds, smells and, of course, visuals. The visuals are more obvious, so I will focus on the other senses. I kind of forced myself to go for a walk and enjoy the gradually cooling weather. I am urban nature lady, am I not?
One thing about living in NYC is that nature sounds are not so abundant. When I walk down any street with significant traffic, that pretty much drowns out any bird calls or wind rustling through the trees. Plus, there are fewer trees on busier streets, so, hence fewer birds. Kind of a sad thing for me. If I want some nature sound therapy (one of my favorite things), I have to find a quiet side street not close to a busy street.
What I heard tonight was indescribably beautiful. To describe it sounds like nothing– I heard a gentle breeze through the trees. However, there was a subtle delicacy, so refined, organic and intrinsic as if the wind had the most gentle, celestial fingers playing the leaves like a harp.
Also, of worthy note is that smell of smoke that I love in autumn. Someone must have a fireplace or burned their leaf pile. And, the coolness of the air traveling up my nostrils, was like a soothing menthol. Ahhhhhh, autumn.