It's an evening that is more than appreciated. The air is transparent, there's not a cloud in the sky, and the cool north wind brought the temperature to just above 60.
I stepped outside, looked at the last orange glow, and heard the coyotes on the hunt. It's something unknown to those that inhabit the cities, with bright glow of streetlights, and rumble of traffic. As I stood, the howls stopped, and resumed farther away, as they continued searching for they prey.
Too many lack something, which is hard to explain, unless you experience the part of the United States that isn't subverted by a society willing to give up even liberty in the effort to find a perceived security.
Those that understand will know what I'm trying to explain. Those that don't, will make a quick trip for some fast food, and watch a crappy movie on cable.
Although I am now, sadly, a city dweller, my mind remembers nights on the front porch, listening to the song of the wolves coming from the surrounding forest and the eerie call of the loons across the lakes. Sometimes the twinkling of firefly behinds added to the magic of a night in the country. If old age gradually steals my memories, I hope this one is the very last to go.
ReplyDeleteYou appreciate what many find unimportant. It's tragic so many don't understand the importance of the rural life, and what makes it unique.
DeleteLike you said, you either get it or you don't.
ReplyDeleteMany don't, or don't want to know.
DeleteI'd go along with that.
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing like the solitude of the boonies, and the wildlife that rarely ventures into the city.
DeleteI don't have the sound of coyotes here in the country west of San Antonio. Instead, we have the sound of several donkeys. I heard that they were natural enemies...
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