And then there are those magical few moments during summer twilights when the various scents of day and night briefly mingle just as the lightning bugs start to glow and the cicada rhythm pulses and the sky turns a rainbow of sunset-colors. When that time of year and that time of day happen to collide, there is a summer concert of senses so magical that life itself takes on an almost transcendent quality. I think these must be the midsummer’s eve moments of lore, as rare and fleeting and exquisite and uncapturable as fairies. All you can do is sit outside on a glider at twilight and just…breathe, trying to become one with it.
All things are our relatives; what we do to everything, we do to ourselves. All is really One. ~Black Elk, Lakota religious leader
You have just captured the best part of summer! I am there.
ReplyDeleteMy mother was half-Lakota, and she taught me to mind my surroundings, for no two sunsets are the same, Roland
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ReplyDeleteYes! In my garden it's a slightly different combination of scents, but they really do blend on a warm evening and make life wonderful.
ReplyDeleteAnd you better live it up because when that smell just begins to sour, you're going to be spending the next month either drenched in your own sweat or clinging to an air conditioner. I miss the flowers in Missouri and the hills and the green and the turtles and the river otters. I do not miss the thousand degree mugginess that there is no shade or night away from. LOVING this blog, btw.
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