And So She Answers...

The temperatures seem to continue to rise.  Today they may have settled somewhere around eighty two degrees.  With a book in one hand, a glass of wine in the other and Willie following close behind I moved outside around 6:00.   At 6:45  it was still hovering around eighty, but with a slight breeze it was tolerable.   After a walk around to see if anything new was waking.  I settled near the lilacs, and with each wisps of breeze their sweet scent surrounded me.    

Willie grew tired of waiting on me to throw his ball and decided he wanted back inside.  I remained.  It was neither the book nor the lilacs that kept me anchored in my spot, but the serenading of the birds. Their song seemed to be sounding from every branch, and yet when I looked up I could not find one.

Looking around I realized it was twilight, that magical time between day and night when the fairies come out to play.   I'm certain I saw a few flit past and wondered if they were settling in or simply looking around.    Just as I thought I might go inside four geese silently flew overhead.  It seemed I could touch their underbelly if I only I would reach.  Instead I sat in awe.  

Quietly a small bird perched nearby not realizing she was within my reach.  I sat paralyzed not wanting her to go, and maybe silently hoping she would move closer.   I thought for an instant about my camera just inside the door; some moments are not meant to be captured in print, only in the heart.

Yesterday I ask for a minute or two to find blessings in the race between spring and summer.   I think quite possibly Spring answered me with a symphony.