Saturday, June 27, 2009

Home... .

The sky is so beautiful tonight with mauve-swept clouds slowly drifting all around a brilliant sliver of silver moon. The branches and leaves of the trees frame the whole in a circle of gracefulness, a wondrous portal into the night sky. The breeze is cool, a sea-breeze it seems. How strange to feel it here in the midst of the prairie; but no stranger perhaps than seeing a seagull flying above my head as I walked the country lane. I saw one yesterday, heard its plaintive cry as it sailed above me. By now it is surely home again. And that is where I am, home once more, writing these words beneath a canopy of stars on midnight blue. Home again from the sea...