Last night I had a rather weird experience. It was completely unlike any I've ever had, to this extent anyway. I was lying in my bed..and I was listening to the air around me..and I kept hearing interruptions in the quiet that I didn't know what was being done to INTERRUPT the quiet. I kept listening..and you know how when something moves in the quiet of night, or when it's absolutely quiet at all, you can hear the interruption? That's what I heard. But this was a different kind of interruption. It wasn't like that of the leaves of a tree moving through the air..I thought at one point that it was probably a jet or an airplane moving overhead..HOWEVER, when that happens, it usually happens for a finite amount of time. This was going on for moments on end and I don't ever recall it taking that time for a plane/jet to pass over our house.
Then I rationlised some more, thinking that perhaps it was just that I didn't understand the physics of such things, that perhaps it was a plane moving continuously overhead, and maybe it was moving at a different rate of speed than I'm used to. Still, this doesn't seem plausible, especially when you think about the fact that the sounds were as near to me moments later as when they first began. Maybe the higher up a plane is, the longer it takes for the sound to move on through in the air? I don't like. Like I said, I'm not certain of the dynamics or the physics of such things. What I am certain of is my instincts.
Really, it sounded more as if someone was whispering in the night, and very close to where my window was..and above the window a bit, which explains my thoughts of an overhead jet/plane. This was different, though. I'm being redundant, yes.
The pitch and sound never changed, not for one moment...I lack a word, but it never sounded too far away, it was constant, and the pitch(?) remained the same throughout. Another thing that made me take notice of this sound..I felt as if it was something that's perhaps always been there, just now I was hearing it very clearly for the first time ever. I was led to this thought because at a certain clear point, the chirps of the crickets became louder and more distinct, even though I know for a fact those crickets were no nearer to me than they'd ever been. How odd.
The funny thing is...when I decided to tune it out a bit, mentally, I _was_ able to do that. I found the crickets sort of faded into the background, and the pitch of the whispering in the wind came into focus more audibly..eventually I tuned that out into more distant background noise.
It's just odd how great a constant that noise had been until then, even when I rose up in bed, looked/listened out the window to see if maybe there was a jet passing overhead..I didn't see one, but that might've been because the trees were blocking it....still I would've heard the roar of the engines through the air, right?
