Echoes and resolutions

Wandering on the bank of the river, I came across an old tree jutting over the river bend from the shore.  Small Planks of broken wood that were nailed summers ago climb up the trunk of the tree. The final gnarled plank, a reach even for the adventurous, lays upon the farthest rung directly over the river's winding waters. No doubt the one who placed it here jumped off this spot with absolute glee and shear terror.The bluff across the river lingers the faint echoes  of laughter and wet memories made here suns ago.On another tree I noticed what looked like a lone orange acorn swaying back and forth, a cast that went too high.
I sat there in silence Triumphed by those ghostly giggles the river keeps and the lively chirps birds share. I thought of the bare feet and wet hands that climbed those rungs and plummeted into the cool river waters. I wondered about the squirrels who have buried their nuts there and of the trees that have grown from a forgetful nut that squirrels are climbing on.And on.
This year  one of my new years resolutions is to be sileNt more, no headphone, no mindless chatter just silent. Not rushed to fill the void of a paused conversation but listening to the forgetful echos of Memory. Another resolution is to sip more tea.