As I write this, I am ensconced on my screened-in back deck, listening to the ancient rhythm of the southern orchestra: crickets, frogs, cicadas, ducks, and just about any other night creature with a voice or a pair of fine-tuned legs. Christmas lights and the glow of my computer are the only brightness—beyond the screen is an inky void stretching to infinity.
I love the whisper soft hint of wind, the sultry southern humidity, and the perfectly comfortable temps that call for little more than a tank top and pajama bottoms. The lack of cars or city sounds is a sort of balm to this country-girl’s soul. I love living out in the boonies, where the night is mine and mine alone as the world seems to sleep around me.
Nights like these are free and plentiful, luring me outside at least a few times a week. They remind me of times gone by—of the times I write about with wistful abandon. When no cars or planes or horns or radios cluttered the earth, and quiet could be had more often than not. Yes, I know—I would never willingly give up any of those things, lol, but that is why my sweet summer nights are so special.
I think often of how lucky I am to be able to experience this sort of solitude and peace. It energizes and relaxes all at once, both filling my heart and draining my worries and anxieties. Mostly, anyway – even the most peaceful of evenings can’t banish a scary deadline ;) And with that, my friends, it's back to work with me. At least for a while longer, I'll have the very best office in the world :)