How quiet is it with the students gone from campus?
There’s no singing, no laughter, no ruckus, no happy sounds to be heard. But then . . . what’s that?
It’s a circling hawk spotting supper; it’s the squirrel on a branch plowing through pine cones till every last seed has been munched; it’s the crows in the fruit tree fighting for the last bayberries of the season.
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There are so many sounds in this silence, I just didn’t hear them before. There’s a dog barking off in the distance and I just heard a dandelion roar.