A moment captured in sounds by an alert listener as he walks.  Noting the precious details of the world is for me a strong element of living in the spirit of nuannaarpoq.  Perhaps we could parachute in on one sense or another, sight, hearing, smell, and focus it on a few minutes of a day or a few yards of a walk, noting its subtleties and changes.  

Dry friction of cicada from the palm-tree across the road.  Eucalyptus leaves breaking their wrists with a small click as they begin to plane down over the tombstones.  The maceration of pebbles by sea-water, mingling with the noise of coffee being ground, and the shearing noise of a pot being scoured.  An inventory of sounds from a late morning walk. 


Source: Lawrence Durrell, Reflections on a Marine Venus (London: Faber & Faber, 1960), p. 100

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