A post that is the opposite of political.

Yeah, i know, I said I would TRY not to post b4 Nov. 8.

I sat outside last might and remembered this little story that I wrote. Much different than what I've been reading. Maybe, just maybe, it might be catching. Lots of things that we take for granted are still there if you let 'em come in.

Day is Done

Just like the opening words to 'Taps' I am contemplating the end of this day.

I'm sitting outside on my small patio relaxing on the wrought aluminum bench.

I've just gotten over a geezer related physical problem and my nights are becoming full of sleeping again. I give thanks to my God and modern medicine, both have gotten me over this age related hump, once again.

I'm facing East and watching the reflection of the setting sun on the yellow apartments across the street.
I'm also reflecting on this perfect 'This is the Day that the Lord has made' and I'm basking in the sounds and sights of this, a day that is winding down.

The quiet street is deserted. Evidently, my fellow seniors have other plans and are inside. They might not know what they are missing.

Missing for so many years, for me, was the sounds of nature. My good hearing had deserted me, the loss was so gradual it wasn't missed. That is ,until now. Now, today, I have a set of hearing aids that finally are working to my satisfaction. I've turned up the volume to 3db above normal on these electronic contraptions and, once again, I'm hearing nature's sounds. The slight amplification makes the sounds of nature more satisfying after a long hiatus, The raspy slow and ever increasing cadence sound of the cicada in the maple tree in front of me drowns out the slower cadence of the crickets doing their monotonous clicking. It's not hot so the crickets are not working as hard.

The approaching night has dispensed with winds. It is quiet. It is almost as if the world is waiting for something?

As I listen to the light sighing of the breeze through the maple tree in front of me, the whispering sound is joined by the rustling of the leaves and the occasional light flapping sound of the Betsy Ross flag flying defiantly on the light pole in my front yard.
Another sound interrupts this symphony of nature's. Looking up, a Vee of Canadian geese is passing over my head at tree top level. Evidently the last most goose in this gaggle wants to pass as he's desperately honking. There were eleven geese total so maybe this is the impatient bachelor of the flight

.I involuntary start a yawn which changes into a deep sigh as the Quiet works its wonders. No amount of today's frantic finger snappin' music or TV's strident messages can produce this deep Lull into which I have fallen. Time slows and my inner battles slow down and dissipate. The Word is Calm.
Time almost stops but still moves at a slow pace. I enjoy it.

It's about time to go into the apartment. I take one last look at the azure blue sky slowly changing into a darker blue as the high cirrus clouds slowly and majestically drift toward the southeast. Slow and Quiet is good.

Time to go. I ignore the grumbling of my knees as I slowly come to me feet. Opening the door, I ooze (that is the proper word for being totally relaxed) into the apartment where artificial entertainment awaits. Artificial entertainment is Man's Works, Nature is God's works.

The best entertainment for me is God's Nature. God, our Creator, know what is best for us. Our Lord has purposely made this world to remind us that we are in His World and that the Nature that he has Created is also our Church.

Much more relaxing than man's ruckus.

Wayne, solo1