It's not like the city. You don't have to tune out the noise, ignore the distractions, focus narrowly on a single thing. Out here you can stop and listen. Let your ears unfold.
At first you think it's silent and still. But listen! Hear the birds chirping in the trees? The wind sighs, ever so softly through the bare branches. Far off in the distance you can hear a coyote barking.
It's winter now. But it's been mild -- even as late as Christmas there are still leaves on the distant cottonwoods, glowing amber under the pale winter sun. The ground is still bare. We haven't had much rain yet, although it's supposedly the rainy season.