Sounds in the Mist

The air was wet. A warm drizzle settled in on the dense vegetation as our path rounded a long ridge covered in red hanging fuchsia blossoms. My tee shirt stuck to my pack where the sweat and rain dripped down from my neck. The higher we went the more the fog began to roll onto us from the nearby hills. The transition from subtropical to cloud forest had me reaching for a jacket as the air chilled. A breeze pushed the clouds against us and we looked into the white that now moved around our feet. We heard clicking like the sound of bamboo striking against itself, clicking above, below and on both sides of us, a beautiful sound that came from some invisible source through the swirling fog….. Frogs.  Tungurahua, Ecuador