I notice the sound first. The presence of redwoods muffles and mutes sound. Frequency drops... or something. There is a qualitative difference I am convinced is quantifiable, as well. The world hushes and the redwoods begin to murmur in your ear, their vibrations touch your soul.
On Sunday, I took a walk in the woods with Barbra, Audrey, the dogs, and, Erika, Malachi, and Jerry (who drove down from Sac to see me). It was hot and dry, the trail a hilly loop. But, there was meaning to it.
The redwoods were a natural reward, the Latin American ice creams that cooled and delighted us afterwards, a human reward.
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