shabby

Monday, August 10, 2009

summer sounds

I was outside this morning watering my hydrangeas and petunias and even though it was early, the air was thick with humidity and the promise of a scorching hot day. I was barefoot in the damp grass and was suddenly aware that the chorus of summer insects was louder than the plane that was passing over my head at that moment. The combination of the air and the sounds and the grass between my toes took me back to an exact moment in my childhood. It didn't just remind me of my childhood. It literally took me back to a single moment. I was 8, walking in the grass on a summer morning, carefree, absorbing the air, the smells and the sounds of summer. For me, these "transporting" moments are rare, I have a terrible memory and I am way too busy to "reflect". It was a powerful, lovely memory.
As I climbed the stairs to go back in the house, I could hear the happy sounds of my children playing. I wondered what exact sounds, sights and smells would be required to take them back to this lovely, fleeting moment one day in their future.

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