The trees are alive

I walked out of the building into the cold, misty darkness. But the first thing that I noticed was none of those things; it was the noise that met my ears. From a distance it sounded like the constant crashing of the waves in the ocean, but in Upland, IN I knew better. As I walked closer to a grove of tress, I realized it was the sound of hundreds of birds, all constantly chirping. In the darkness I couldn't see the birds, but I knew the trees must be brimming. All around me, from every cove of trees, this persistent rush of sounds could be heard.

All of a sudden the noise changed from chirping to the flapping of wings. Above my head I hear the sound of the birds relocating and can barely make out their dark figures against the slight glow of the night sky. They settle and rejoin in the chirping that envelops the campus.

What an odd event- the cold night air filled with the sounds of hundreds of unseen birds. Eerie, mystical, intriguing. The cool, wet air against your skin, the glow of the lights in the misty sky meeting your eyes, and the distinct cry of numerous birds overtaking your ears.