Still?

The crickets and grasshoppers belt their music, loud and soft, in a cycle. I am shocked by a bee that flew by my face and around my head, the sound of its wings buzzing in my ear. Walking makes the grasshoppers flee the path, jumping aimlessly for hopeful shelter. A strong, steady wind creates a constant sound of plants rustling together, a peaceful sound. A few grasshoppers jump from one plant to another, not seeming to aim for any particular target. A yellow butterfly takes flight off a rush, flies toward me, but quickly diverts its path, avoiding a collision with me. I look back to see where it went, but it is gone. A white cotton-like seed floats through the air, its path guided by the wind. Another yellow butterfly, weaves its way through the grass. A brown speckled butterfly, beautiful, landed on a purple flowered plant. The trees leaves rustle loudly in the wind. A shower of leaves fall from the tree tops, set loose by the strong wind gusts. Men moving and talking by their white trucks. Upon the gravel, a caterpillar/centipede type creature crawls. It is approximately an inch long, and 5 mm wide, its legs many, but stubbly. It is brown, with lateral ridges down the length of its body. It looks like an extremely long, thin and brown Rollie-pollie.  A cricket, black, and grasshopper jump across the gravel path to safety. A stream grains into the main river with a steady flow, creating a gurgling sound as the waters connect. The sound of geese pierces the air. It is the first avian sound for a long time. The geese fly low under the distant canopy of oak trees in a linear and parallel fashion. A patch of cattails sway in the breeze, sun blocked by the clouds. Rain begins to fall from a partly cloudy sky, the clear blue still visible not too far off. A small bird flies low across the sky, using short bursts of quick flaps to stay with the wind.