Lisa Lynch

“He disdained people’s preference for concerts in planted grass fields on ugly piecemealed stages with artificial light and synthesized sounds. The mountains made their own songs every day. He felt somehow it yearned to be listened to, jealous of mankind’s infatuation with human blabbering and artificiality. Each day’s song was infinitely different than its temporal predecessor. Wind never winds through trees the same way twice. Water always chooses new paths over river stones. Birds don’t chirp their tunes at the same part of the concert. Sadly, Brenner thought, most people aren’t quiet long enough to notice. Even when he encountered other hikers, they were often too busy chattering to hear anything above their own noise.”
― John Ellington, Lily and the Mockingbird