Last day of the 30-Day Sit Spot Challenge, hosted by Wilderness Awareness School's Kamana program, though the end date was originally set at May 10, so I'll consider it done tomorrow.
Twilight sit, at the tail end of another Parrish sky.
Brisk, hearty, cold wind shoveling down from the North. It was a strong presence over the land tonight, calling up the voices of every tree and bush, every whistling corner of every house.
The familiar sound of leaves rustling in the wind took me by surprise, after a season's absence. The maple leaves have completed just enough growth to offer up their own rendition of the wind's music.
The nearer cricket in the back yard was silent for half my sit, then started up with a slow selection of quiet, weak calls. Is it the cold slowing him down, or the remembered terror of the lawn mower passing by this afternoon? Peepers also were silent for some time, then two of them struck up a duet just before I went inside.
A lark constellation hangs in the night sky, beating its wings as it lifts off the ground. Everything I love, this whole earth, is under the lark.
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