With the temperature in the low 80s, with a breeze, I had brought a book, but as I lie on the pillow filled bench I closed my eyes & listened. I heard the rustle of the bamboo, 5 different bird songs, an insect buzz, a lawn mower, an overhead airplane, a distant siren, the distant stock-cars at Portland International Raceway, a retrievers playful bark, a terriers sigh, my own blood pulsing through my poor old body.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 16:44:26 +0000