Sitting Outside
Posted on July 3, 2012 - Filed Under self reflect
Sitting outside at my Dad’s place, the wind turning the trees into giant waves and dips, I take in the way that the sky is filled with clouds and heat lightning is illuminating the world in bursts. Otherwise, I don’t see much and my ears stay more focused than my eyes. I hear the chirping of crickets and the lull of frogs, calling to their companions near the lake. Beyond that are the chants and antics of the summer camp across the way, the belting calls and bursts of laughter that carry over the water and dissipate into the brush. I feel quiet here…