Singing

In John Muir's Travels in Alaska, he wrote about how he ventured out one very cold night to camp on a small mountain, to discover whether he could hear the trees singing. He stayed there all night, in the very bitter cold, and later wrote that the trees' "songs never cease."

I thought about those lines walking among the trees at Kent Falls. I didn't hear singing but I noticed how these two seemed almost like good friends, laughing together over a familiar story.

It made me think of something else Muir said. "When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world."