Day 53
late
After the most epic sunset, the wind kicked up and we thought there would be a storm. Never happened. Instead the sky went from purple to gray to black and now it is full of stars. There are frogs, going off, all over the meadow below us. The winter run-off has given them the perfect habitat to mate in, at least that’s why we assume they are making all that noise.
The air is cool through the house and as soon as we turn off the television and settle into bed, we will hear the owls, maybe some coyotes tonight. It is late, and when it gets late around here you feel swallowed up. You feel darkness like a blanket, and this time of year the woods make their own music. In the deep winter it is just total silence, all of nature conserving their energy for warmth.
But in the spring and summer, we stretch, we open, we make a little noise. Late into the night we sing.
