July 15, 2015
(This is part of a 365 project
during my 70th year where I write and illustrate a blog on each
day’s gift.)
A Maryland summer, my least favorite season, constricts
the spirit with its hot breath of heavy humid air. In the spring, I always
dread closing of the windows to keep the uncomfortable weather outside. A retreat
inside to the cool air conditioning feels good at first but then creates a void
that empties the spirit with an absence of natural sounds.
I look forward to evenings like tonight when the
day’s heat dissipates and the air becomes light and breezy. I love to walk,
especially when everyone else is asleep. It is a time to clear my mind of the
clutter of civilization and to neutralize the pollution of tangled thoughts. In
the spring, just before we entomb ourselves, I always look forward to hearing
the first sounds of the peepers.
Now in mid-July, the tree frogs are performing
their nightly chorus. It is a great pleasure to walk about the neighborhood
with the tree frogs at high volume, feeling tonight’s cool breeze and looking
up at the clear sky. It is a time when the neighborhood humans have abandoned
living sounds and fallen asleep to sounds of the Late Night Show or a
spouse’s snores. Background television sounds, hums of air
conditioners and the chorus of tree frogs are all hypnotic but the former numb
the soul and the latter— songs of the tree frogs—refreshes.
Far outside the city the tree frogs were calling her, and the deep, rhythmic pulse of their voices set the blood flow to her heart." Ann Patchett
My
gift today is a tree frog concert.
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