day twenty-nine: in the air

The cicadas are on something tonight. Maybe they are talking about the upcoming end to Summer or the leaves that are already changing color up in the canyon. But in another month or so I will miss their little chats they have at night while I am lying in bed trying to sleep. It is a comforting sound.

Once Winter comes I love the silence that a soft downy snowstorm brings. The way you can stand on the front porch at midnight when the street lights make everything sparkle and you hear nothing. I'll bet if you could gather up the blanket of snow that warms up the neighborhood and wring it out you could hear all of the sounds that have been absorbed. It is a different kind of comforting.

I need them both. I need to expect something different here and there. I need the sound sometimes and the silence other times. And in my life right now I am finding fulfillment in both extremes.

I am a paradox that smiles as I sit on this branch and thrum, thrum, thrum. Winter will come soon enough.

6 comments

Lara | September 17, 2009 at 7:40 AM

I love all the seasons, too. And when one is nearing its end, I find myself being very excited for the next to come. Beautiful post!

wendy | September 17, 2009 at 1:07 PM

Wow, you sure are a beautiful writer. You have such a nice way of putting your thoughts into beautiful words. I like all the seasons too---WINTER NOT SO MUCH, it could come in smaller doses, especially after I try and survive one here in Alberta (brrrrrr)
I have lots of silence here ---it is amazing what you HEAR in the silence.

Kimberly | September 17, 2009 at 1:14 PM

Pure poetry, this.

I feel such gratitude to live somewhere with the blessing that is changing seasons.

Melanie J | September 17, 2009 at 10:41 PM

I love the idea that you could wring out the sounds from a blanket of snow. What a great image.

Luann | September 18, 2009 at 7:57 AM

I'm with Melanie. Wringing the sounds out of the snow. Love it!

LisAway | September 26, 2009 at 12:08 AM

Kazzy, you are such a peaceful writer. I love it. I should have been reading you this past month, just for my own benefit. At least half of what you write about makes me feel nostalgic or something.

I love the wringing out the snowy blanket for sounds, too. And I really miss the cicadas. Insect noises are much quieter here at night. We sleep with the window open and live next to an open field with other fields surrounding, and we still can't hear them. :(