The Roar

I stood on the steps of Deerwood's FMO last night and looked up at the sky.

It was full of stars. A velvet blanket with a billion suns.

Then I let in the faint sound of vehicles speeding north and south along the 400 highway. It's so strange to be surrounded by the wild and yet hear the low roar of civilization so near. Living in the city, the roar always in the background. My mind can filter out the noise, and only notice it by trying. It's an inescapable hell of sorts. But in the city it's like living inside a machine.

Though, I must admit, there's a part of me which is reassured by the sound. It's also a comfort to go deeper into the woods and listen as the roar dies away.