Summer Night

By Jill Gerard

June 1, 2015

Summer Night

On warm August nights, I take out my contacts and go outside, find a spot to lie down, and look up through the basket of live oak branches. The stars bathe everything in silver light, the whole world blurred. All around me, the world breathes, and my body slows to this tempo – warm earth, cool light, stillness. In the fallen leaves, quiet rustling as mice or moles gather food. Far off the steady call of the owl. The earth below me warms with my heat, the air moving so softly around me. This then is peace. Just one body breathing in time with the universe.


Photo "Golden Canopy" provided by Jason Samfield, via creative commons license.

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