A few weddings, an engagement, a field trip.
Days fly by in a blur – 5:00 comes earlier and earlier each day, sweat and planning, and preparing. Thinking and reworking, and designing and staying a head of the guys, got to stay a head of the guys . . .
The days are getting warmer, the night are still cool. The wind howls.
Falling asleep to old recordings of Gunsmoke.
I can hear the frogs and the crickets and the sheep.
quiet still sounds . . . . sounds which let you sit and think of nothing, sounds that let your weary mind rest.
And you so want to rest – to find solace in something outside of and apart from the cool breeze, and the stars, and the willow trees, and . . .
And . . . . you sigh, and breath in the cool air deep – knowing that it’s not the air – its not the crickets – its not the car – its not the job – its not the camera – or the pictures – or the books – or the food – or the bike rides – or the music – or the tears – or the smiles – or the memories –
life is so much more.
