Five-Hundred Word Challenge 860: Rooted in Memory and Sound

Early(ish) in the morning and the sound of a cricket doing its cricket sound is made somewhere of in a close distance as it is audible to my ears and I can hear it as it is happening at this present moment.

It pluses and keeps going and does not stop and it is not the most enjoyable of things at this particular hour as, on a personal level, I’d much prefer the overwhelming drone of cicadas as that is something I find significantly more pleasing to hear than the sound of a lone cricket playing its cricket song in order to do something. That could be anything, though I’m sure there is a specific purpose behind what the cricket is doing at this particular moment and I am sure that it has nothing to do with creating some sort of annoyance that I will end up finding annoying.

Gradually more bird sounds take up some space and the cricket fades away. It stops, starts again, though in a lower pitch and seemingly a little more distant than before. Maybe it is a different cricket. Could be for all I know. That lower pitch does not last long and eventually there is no more sound of crickets. Instead the birds keep going, all of varying distances and lengths and sounds and it gives an idea of the suggestion of location from what I can hear outside my window.

All I can see out there is a fence and the neighbour’s roof of their car port. A little bit of the outside wall of the house too. If I move in just the right way, I can also see a bit of sky, but there’s not much of anything else to see. All the sounds I hear are suggestions and so I find myself spending a lot of time trying to put sound to bird, though of course that isn’t through active attempts, but just rather my mind trying to paint a picture of what it is that is outside based on what I do and do not know of the outside world from this particular vantage point. Sure, I can piece some of it together from my time in the back and front yards, but from this particular position it all takes on a different shape and meaning and so I am left guessing more than I am knowing.

This does lead to some creative imagery, what with a lot of it being rooted in memory and sound, but none of it quite matches the reality of what is there and that is fine. It’s a different perspective on what is there, though of course with greater understanding of what is and is not there, the created image becomes a little clearer and perhaps a little more true to life.

At the moment the morning bird sounds continue, though they too are spacing out a little. As they fade the image I create will grow a little in its ambiguity.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:35:31

A little faster than yesterday.

This started off slow. When I got to writing what I can see out of my window the pace picked up and I think the rest of the writing came easily.

Written at home.

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