My eyes are closed. Silhouettes dance behind my eyelids. Some are shapes of trees. Others are inkblots. The radiance of the great star warms my skin that is cooled by a light breeze gliding over me.
The wind sways each tree along its path, waking the leaves who take turns talking to each other. Rustle, rustle. “Did you hear the news?”
Rustle, rustle. “No, tell me, please.”
Rustle, rustle. “Yes, do tell me, too!”
Tinkling tones of wind chimes posted around my house delight my ears, keeping rhythm with the wind.
Tick-tick-click. My dogs’ nails remind me of their presence as they rush off the deck to chase an unsuspecting bushy-tailed prey. The musical conversation of birds flitting around the yard encourages me to keep my eyes closed so that I can imagine they are calling their young home in this late afternoon. An ever-constant pulsing hum of crickets and locusts makes its way into my thoughts.
Clang-clang, ding-ding the ice cream truck. But only once.
In the distance a neighbor’s vacuum cleaner slices through the air. It suddenly stops, the gap it made in the air closes.
Wave upon wave of peace. I am in heaven.
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nice use of words :-)
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