The sound of one tree clapping.
This entry was posted on 8/6/2007 9:16 PM and is filed under Paths.
I have to carve out moments now. They don't come easily. This evening, I took advantage of the bizarre cool weather (the puppy days of summer?) to take a quick hike along my trail. It was so quiet, and I only then realized that I haven't had a chance to hear myself think for quite some time now, let alone breathe. This evening I had the luxury of having the trail to myself, as it was in that twilight hour where all the kidlets are inside and families are eating dinner. The houses in the valley below were dead silent. Lost in my reverie, I came down the trail, where I was pulled back to the world by a
Ginko tree, its wide fan leaves flapping wildly against each other in the breeze. So I stopped and accepted the applause.
