Mother Nature showed force late last week by wresting power from several thousand people in cottage country during a violent thunderstorm. This loss of electricity delayed the fun for many on the Canadian August long weekend. The minor delay in my plan to spend time dockside with friends at the cottage had some benefits.
Before we humans declared victory at making the power lines buzz again, I sat and adjusted to the sights and sounds I don't always get to enjoy in the city.
Diamonds of sunlight on the rippling river
Waves, not only of water but of people boating by
The flap of a flag as the wind kicks up, surprising it
A boat motor insistent in it's far off drone
Echoes of a dog barking a call and response to itself
Most importantly, my soul settling.
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11 comments:
Mmmmm. Pretty pictures in my mind.
And to think you could have seen this every night, 120 years ago. But then, you coul;dn't tell us about it afterwards.
Really beautiful, Dale. I've popped over three times to read it, and will probably read this post again.
Thanks Old Lady, that's what I wanted to accomplish.
That's why I waited until this moment in time to blog X. Dell, so you'd be ready.
That's so nice of you to say Beth. It was lovely sitting there taking it all in.
ohhh aren't you the poet.. That was beautiful, I totally felt it..
Ohh wait....
No, I didn't you big old sap....
Stop being so gorgeously poetic. You're making the rest of us look like wankers.
I left out the buzzing of the cicada Shroomy because I thought it might actually be you up in a tree laughing at my wussiness.
Chelene, once I find a suitable rhyme for wankers, I'm writing you a poem. Thanks for your niceish words.
We caught and watched three cicadas morph last night. It was cool.
That sounds cool Tenacious, might morphin' chicada night.
That was beautiful. Beau. Hermoso. Bello. Schön.
This is an English only blog Angela. Man I hate that. Kidding, nice of you to say, thanks.
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