I'm sitting here in the middle
of the driveway in the evening twilight.
Brushing away pesky
mosquitoes
The sky is a
deepening, mottled mixture of powder pink and blue
The eerie glow of a
lamp illuminates the maple tree in the front yard.
The breeze rattles
leaves and whips my hair from my face.
I can hear the
distant hum of the AC unit over the sound of my iPod
I glimpse the last of
the sunset through the forest across the lane and observe the glow of a TV in
my neighbor’s window
a bird flies by and then crashes through a tree, emerging on the opposite side.
a bird flies by and then crashes through a tree, emerging on the opposite side.
A first few fireflies
shine their light, and then disappear.
The trees are dancing
in the wind.
and here I am, in the midst of it all, writing away in my notebook.
and here I am, in the midst of it all, writing away in my notebook.
What I would love to
do someday is go to a cliff somewhere that overlooks the ocean. A cliff that is
low enough that when the waves crash against its side, the spray soars to the peak.
But not too low. Here I would build a great swing. Then I would sit and swing,
watching the magnificent sea and listening to it as it thunders and roars.
But such is just a
fancy. A creation of whim. It will probably never exist.So I'll just sit here, and continue my writing.