As you pause there, listen for the sounds.

Just beyond your line of sight behind the barn, two donkeys are chomping on the grass. The brown one is Josephine, the gray Honorine. They chuff a little now and then and make mulchy sounds. At long intervals, one of them trumpets a brassy bray that is freshly amazing every time.

Beyond the big tree to the left, sheep are grazing in a meadow. Once in a while a faint baa crosses the silent slope.

Far down in the valley, a dog emits a single bark.

Birdsound arabesques ornament the air against a grey insect hum.

That is all.

No cars. No airplanes. No radio or TV. No leaf blowers, garbage trucks, motorcycles, lawn mowers, saws, rakes, motors, UPS vans, buses. No voices. Your own breathing. And stillness.

Rest a little there.

Come back often.