I remembered today how I loved the sound of wind lost in the trees. I used to lie down under a linden tree somewhere in the middle of one of the meadows around my house, close my eyes, and pretend it's the sea I loved so much but could only see once every few years.
I remembered today how I loved the sound of crickets hidden in the bushes or in the fields. You could chase the chirping for hours and never find the source of it. So strong, yet so elusive.
I remembered today how I loved twilight, the time when night is born. Only when the daylight is fading can sounds and smells emerge. Your eyes open wider but you can see shadows only. You let go. Get startled by he sounds you could not hear with your eyes still seeing. Strange, unknown, soft rustlings, alive. Get dizzy with the scents the sun is always killing. You discover a whole new world. Your mind at peace but your body never more alive. Finally separated.
It's night now.
2 comments:
What you describe is the action of "being" -- living in the moment and appreciating it for all it is worth. I love this post. I can imagine I am there with you. Isn't it funny how quickly you can forget the simple pleasures of the country when you are constantly bombarded with fuming buses, screeching cars, loud pedestrians and all the other nuisances of living on a busy corner in New York!
I get that sense of peace when I am sitting on a quiet beach, listening to the waves crash over and over -- mesmerizing. Love it and miss it.
Feel the grass under your feet. Still wet at dawn. And the crispy cool morning air. That's when I feel truly alive. I don't know what I love more - such mornings or my twilight highs...
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