I wrote this post on June 7th, 2010. I had come home early from one of Derek's ballgames (ok, more like 8:30 pm, so not too early) to feed the dogs, while the rest of the family was still at the high school baseball field - Derek on the field, Emma and Papa in the stands. I really must have burned this into my memory
because it’s a short moment that I have never forgotten and look back on
frequently; both in the horrid heat of the summer and the frigid cold of the
winter. The scents, the calmness, the
peace….
Embracing the darkness that the evening has brought, I am
home alone and at this moment my world is still and quiet. The clouds look like
a thick blanket in the night sky and the mountains to the east seem to be
keeping the busy world on the other side at bay. Fireflies are dancing like
fairies in the small wood next to my house and there
is the distant rumbling sound of a train whose brakes let out a scream as it
rounds a curve. Just a few feet from me a doe is cautiously nibbling the sweet
clover in my yard, keenly aware that I am near as she lifts her head every few
steps to make sure
that I have not moved closer to her. This is one of those gentle, cool summer
nights that you try to burn into your memory forever so the thought of it can
be retrieved during one of the thick, hot, humid nights yet to come.
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