notes from the woods

Woke up before sunrise.  Watched as the thin grey light of pre-dawn crept in through the window.  Delicate gossamer casting strange static across the room.  The woods were so quiet.  There was a heavy hush that had a tangible weight to it.  I watched and waited.  The grey light brightened almost imperceptibly.  And suddenly… suddenly the silence was replaced by a cacophonous symphony, a thousand voices calling out from the trees.  Chirps and whistles, croaks and squeaks and slithers.  I could only imagine that the woods had suddenly become populated by a parade of Seussian creatures announcing the arrival of morning.