A Light in the Darkness (Or, Watching the Fireflies)
Dear Writers: I really appreciated the imagery and insight into writing in this post from The Eye-Dancers. I had to share it!
It’s night–a warm, muggy summer night in the hills of east-central Vermont. It’s late. I’ve always been a night person. Even though I arise by five thirty most mornings, I still shake hands with midnight from time to time. Tonight is one of those nights.
I’m at the window, the breeze wafting in, carrying with it the sound of crickets as they play their fiddles, unseen, in the grass that needs mowing. Out there, beyond the house, is the meadow–five acres’ worth, surrounded on all sides by woodlands. It’s a private spot, down a dirt road. There is no neighbor within a half-mile. And while sometimes, the distant sound of a car engine or chainsaw can be heard, for the most part, it is quiet here–except for the crickets and the hoot owls and the creatures of the night who crawl and run and slither through the grass.
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Hey Laurel, As you may (or may not) know I don’t do social media other than emails…so maybe I missed something… This post makes me wonder…last I heard you were in ND…and now you’re in Vermont… Did I miss something? Anyhow…I enjoyed your post! 🐇💙🐇 Harvey
Harvey! Nope, still in North Dakota. I shared The Eye-Dancers post though. I hope you are doing awesome! XO
Vermont! Glad to see you blogging, Laurel. Best to you
Hi Mary! I’m still in North Dakota. I shared the Eye-Dancers post though. I hope you are doing awesome, Mary! XO
Hi! Thanks for checking out Eye-Dancers’ post!
I am excited to get back into the bloggy think. It has been too long, and I miss everyone. 🙂
Hey! You’re (sort of) blogging again!
Headin’ over to Eye-Dancers right now.