My good friend Hodgie encouraged me to try a little experiment. After relating a story about his family’s pet owl that lived in their house, he suggested identifying my top 5-10 sounds of all time.
A very young cowboy loved the idea and decided to share it with friends.
Here goes…
The sound of kids running and jumping at recess reminding us to let go of our baggage and laugh out loud.
My dog Rona’s morning stretch and yawn.
The sweet, pure sound of nine year old Olivia and friend singing The National Anthem to kickoff the swim meet. How wonderful that they don’t feel the need to needlessly embellish the song like ego driven megastars on TV.
The alarming, wet your pants, sound of a beaver slamming its tail into the river at dawn. You’ve probably not experienced this but it’s equal to a refrigerator being dropped from an airplane at 35,000 feet.
The sound of my kids saying…’I love you, mama.’
Michael loves the sound of owls that go ‘Whoo, Whoo, Whoo.’
Lightning bugs and crickets on a summer evening.
Aaaahhh…the sound of a crackling fire and the slow turning of pages of a favorite book. An evening minus the nauseating commercials clogging the airwaves.
Right now it’s the sound of silence…as I step into the day of the third anniversary of my beautiful Richard’s passing.
The stillness while fishing on Lake Powell reminding Randy of appreciating the precious present.
What a sound to hear the crack of bat to ball as Carly crushed a first inning lead off home run in Steamboat that stunned everyone. Majestic!
The sound of three year old Logan when asked ‘what’s the best part of being 3?’
With no hesitation, he said ‘4’
Summer thunder!!
Oh, the sweet sound of ‘Dear Father’ as covid is eradicated and we gather as families again at Thanksgiving.
The sound of the net snapping and the crowd roaring when Spider Hayes nailed that game winning buzzer beater for Mesa College in 1969.
The concussive sound of a well struck two handed backhand.
The reassuring sound of the garage door opening to signify Sally’s safe return after a night of multiple Old Fashions.
What a sound to hear 23,000 fans stand and sing Happy Birthday to Jimmy Connors at The US Open.
The rhythmic and soothing purring of a cat reminding us to let go of the hecticity out there and relish the peace in here.
The clapping and hoorays from people in a hot air balloon after Irwin’s great golf shot in Vail.
The sound of…’everybody ok?’ after the eerie 4:30 am silence when the Jeep hit black ice and ended up on its roof 600 yards down the hill east of Franktown.
Michael Loves Fender’s thumping tail on the carpet when he knows his favorite treat is coming.
The sound of a hummingbird’s wings (you can’t hear them but closing your eyes to try is a magical moment.)
The sound of a snowboard carving its way through the snow at Copper Mountain.
The sound of jets roaring across bluebird skies after months of tumult and trepidation.
Oh, the sound of fishing guide Dalton sheepishly asking a nearby boat to borrow a net after leaving his at home.
The joyful sound of robins as they fly yard to yard persecuting worms and announcing the coming of spring.
The sound of a pheasant rising from tall grass and doubling your heart rate in an instant.
7 year old Ben loves the sound of light sabers that go ‘zzzzzzzttt’. ‘It sounds like they are electrocuting you.’
The sound of Doug Mufca saying ‘can I help you?’ when a lunchtime banana became imprisoned in my throat. Thanks for being a lifesaver, Doug!
The marvelous sound of ‘fish on’ as Paul Rossi does battle with a bruising brown trout on The Green River.
The magical sound of newlyweds saying ‘I do’ at last summer’s wedding. Oh Yeah Jamie!
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