The rattle of a plane's engine builds as its shadow draws across the grass. As the rumble softens the hark of a crow's call picks up the slack. Beyond the immediate silence of my surroundings I can hear cars, their tires sounding like waves upon the bitumen. The sound is like the roll of distant mountains, visible but slowly fading into an endless horizon. So too is the tittering of play around a pool, escalating with a splash, tumbling with an adult's stern warning to withhold physical exuberance when traversing the water's edge. The sound wanes in and out as….

I spent today tuning into the sounds around me and that feeling when you are watching play at a pool and just listening to the cacophony of sound between play, machine and nature. 5-minutes felt a little longer today, but still I ran out of time. 

I am still chortling over “withold physical exuberance when traversing the water's edge”. What a convoluted way to say “no running by the pool!”.