Just Before Dark

Sometimes darkness falls before Rudy I get home from our walks. As we walk I notice that the black birds are fewer in number now.  Flying overhead now are bats, swooping down just low enough to catch mosquitoes. Our lightning bug friends are still with us; playing hide and seek and/or peek-a-boo in and around the trees.

It gets harder to see the colors and dimension of the trees as they are on their way to becoming silhouettes of a sky that is getting darker by the minute.  More birds are sleeping so fewer songs are falling down from the tree tops.  Those that are still chirping away have been joined by a full symphony of crickets, toads and frogs.

Last night we startled a baby deer.  At first he was frozen with fear, then he jumped, hopped, ran, skipped and leaped, all at the same time, until he disappeared into the safety of the woods.  He was a sight to behold a cross between poetry in motion and a spasm machine.  This was a delightful addition to our walk. 

As I take in all this and more I marvel to be part of a world that is never static, and feel blessed to be able to witness beauty that is constantly unfolding before my eyes.

Ahhh.  Appreciation is important. 


 

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