Hearing my own self

An hours drive through often neglected roads, brings me high up into the mountains. This is a good place to be when you're looking for that something but aren't really sure what it is you're looking for.
The Magic Hour, when the sun tries it's best to make a last hurrah for the day through the overwhelming clouds. It is when you hear a symphony of notes from the creatures of the forest, ending as suddenly as it began. A lone swallow in hurried flight, making sure he gets home before the darkness covers him.
This for me is the perfect moment to hear my own self.

A back blip.