Corn

I was running the combine the other day, amazed at the complexity of the machine, and further amazed that I could run it with very little effort. Just a few controls to keep track of. When I first started, the quiet, muffled roar of the machine as heard from within the cab was overwhelming from a sensory perspective. But as I finished my first pass of four rows, I started hearing individual pieces of the symphony of sounds that make up that roar. The sound the engine makes as we pass through a muddy area or up an incline. The slap of cobs being stripped from the stalk.... and a thousand other small sounds.

Makes me wonder if the roar of my busy life mightn't be listened to with a little more of a discerning ear. Maybe I would hear music instead of cacophony.... Someday....