Listen to the Piedmont whippoorwill
Imagine yourself on an old tobacco farm in the gently rolling hills of the Carolina Piedmont. It’s early evening, and the tall pines have begun to cast their shadows. You breathe in the subtle aroma of the soft pine needles on which you rest. A gentle wind moves through the pines, announcing a subtle, yet powerful, unseen presence. As the shapes of the forest lose all contour in the last light of day, night is ushered in by the whippoorwill’s song. Where will the whippoorwill take you? Close your eyes and listen…