Listen.

Quiet like Sunday on the first of Spring. No traffic, no voices, no airplanes. Only birdsong or a dog barking.

Listen.

Humanity withdraws and the world settles into silence. People in houses gaze through closed windows. They can hear sunlight drip off buildings and roar down empty streets.

Listen.

Robin writes in the odd corners of the day and night and often about birds. See more at thenightmail.com.