Echoes

Did you ever go into some place that had an echo?

It’s so hard not be a kid again. Just to play with it: clap, or say “hello”, or whistle, or stomp your feet.

I am so pleasantly surprised to find places that call you back to being curious, in the moment, childlike, wonder. The New York Botanical Gardens has a fabulous tunnel connecting two buildings that’s just perfect for making echoes. Perhaps it just happened that way. I’m grateful.

You just want to play with the situation. All else stops.

What must it be like in the mountains? I guess yodelers really enjoy singing out and hearing their echo.

There is something really attractive about hearing a repeated image of what you just said come back to you.

I think it has to do with really listening to yourself.