This morning i was standing outside in the moonlight. And hear some strange sounds.
I still send Alexander off to school, get up with him and such. It's his last year in high school. He took the car today not the bus.
About the sounds later, because he just phoned. I left a message for him to phone me when he arrives at school.
Because on the local radio we heard that the school bus is stuck. Now being the worrier i am, i forgot to tell him that the roads are very slippy. Yesterday driving, i would sometimes feel the car slightly sliding of to the side, down the camber of the road.
He arrived safely! Reassuringly he says sweetly,"i am a good driver mom."
Anyway the sounds; faintly, almost human. It's not birds or a coyote. Neither a distant dog.
At the end i just wonder if it's the wind blowing around something at the neighbor's.
I guess i never know.
Today i do want to start making some strange sounds. (oops i always did anyway)
As in words on paper, well on screen, nowadays.
For the longest time i wanted my stories here on the blog to mean more then just an account of my nature experiences. To me they always meant so much more, somehow.
Thank you, who already figured that anyway.
Now it seems that it was just me standing in the dark.
This is yesterday's poem, which started shaping in my head visiting a neighbor.
Today i fell in love, again
I saw a path so smooth and straight
Right through wide open space
heading for a hidden river bank
Come out someday and ski
Of course i cannot wait
Now i wonder
What kind of lover would you be?
Would you take me to a secret meadow right beside the stream
Would you take me to the cliffs above the river
Would you take me to a broad and open view of a waving ribbon
Or does this path abruptly end
the brush to thick
Reaching no river after all