Summer takes us to another environment, if we let it. Chris and I sat in the gazebo last night after we ate leftovers, and watched the birds taking turns at the feeder and the fountain that burbles in the middle of their bath. They were unconscious of our presence because we were still and silent. How often are we thus? When do we sit and watch the world go about its business in our own back yard? As it grew dim, the lightening bugs began to transform the shadows into flickering corners of elven magic, gentle and just beyond clear sight. You see? Another environment. These summer evenings are seductive. They invite us to lay down our labor and appreciate what the breezes bring, the sounds only heard if we are silent, the lights too twinkling to see in the glare of normality.
Don't be afraid. There is no waste here. Evening comes. There, did you hear the owl?
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