Crepitus: being more aware
I have crepitus, when I stand from a crouched position, my knees crackle, grind. This noise is called crepitus. I wonder how closely linked to decrepit, the word is?
At our new home, we have a gully, that slides quickly to a wetland and pond. With this new wildish outlook, I notice new visitors: the Skylark, with its punk like tuft; the Swallows, with their orange shields and crossed sword tails.
Mlle. M. (19 m.o.) calls excitedly to the planes that fly overhead. Mlle. F. (45 m.o.) makes imaginative improvisations, layering a ‘cake’ from old bottles, new toys.
The hypothesis is that I notice the Swallows’ song, and I draw the link between my knees and ruination through neglect, for the same reasons the Mlles F. & M. notice what I have inured, or obscured for myself.