To All the Sounds I’ve Ever Loved
In life, there are distinct moments, memories so profound it’s like you are reliving them every time you think about them. They provoke so much feeling you smile, laugh, cry or shake at the thought of them. While I have moments, I mostly have sounds.
The first is the sound of a tent being zipped closed. My grandma and I are at Sunbanks Blues Festival outside of Coulee City, WA. She has snuck out to make coffee and breakfast for the hordes of misfits and festival goers that I grew-up knowing as my second family. To this day, whenever I hear a tent zipper I think of those quiet mornings as a child wondering what the day would bring (certainly Grandma’s famous killer waffles and coffee mixed with hot cocoa).
Next is the sounds of birds on a misty Florida morning while feeding the horses at the barn. I hear them tweeting as the 20 horses munch on the morning’s hay. I can see the mist floating away as the sun begins to warm up the ground. These sounds solidified my love of mornings, my love for sunrises and the love for being greeted everyday by the sounds of the world waking up.
Here’s to the sound of that old rafting bus starting at 8:00am every morning – we are so thankful you started. With you cranking to life, it means another day on the river is beginning. Another group of fresh new faces ready to learn the magic of the river. Another day spent in paradise.
While I cannot hear the snow falling out my window, I can hear my fellow lodge mates retrieving their skis out of lockers, clipping in and skiing away. I hear you. It’s a powder day. I’m coming.
To the sound my pack makes when I cinch it down, I know I won’t love you as much after this week of backpacking, but at this moment you are as comfortable as my lightweight down jacket. It means an adventure is happening and I do enjoy adventures.
Crack, sizzle and pop means another day is ending by the fire. It means friends are close and cold beer is in hand. The hot dogs will come out soon and I think I can already hear someone tuning their guitar. Life is happy here.
To the sounds of the White Salmon River rushing by as I snooze in my tent home. You may be the newest sound, but are already one of my favorites. When the mornings are cold and my sleeping bag too warm to leave, you are the motivation I need to get out and greet the day.
To all the sounds I’ve ever loved – thank you. You excite me, entice me and enchant me.
Mikayla is full-time Marketing and Reservations staff as well as the silliest, sassiest office member.